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r0tten-brainz · 3 years ago

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hey do you want my carrie fix it au? no?

too bad!!!

Everything seemed to stop when the blood was dumped on Carrie. All the cheers and applause was cut off by shocked gasps and silence. Wide eyes stared upon the stage at their prom queen, now drenched in red sludge, her beautiful dress ruined.

Tommy Ross, the prom king, was staring at his date, some of the liquid (blood, literal blood, he realizes in horror) splashing all over his rental tuxedo. After the initial shock, anger bubbled in his chest so quickly his ears turned red and he turned to the crowd, searching for who could’ve done something so awful, his shouts of “What the hell?!” cutting through the quiet.

In the front row, George Dawson seemed to have the same reaction, he always was quick to anger but now he had a fair reason to. He was disgusted someone would do this, and almost everyone around him agreed. Almost.

It only took a minute for Norma to snort, and double over to quiet her laughter. A few others chuckled but otherwise they were alone in finding this funny.

The only one who hadn’t moved was Carrie. She was frozen, mouth agape and eyes wide. She only moved when the bucket itself came crashing down, right onto Tommy. She tried to catch him but he just collapsed onto the stage, groaning in pain.

People knew immediately something was off when she stood up straight, shoulders back and arms extending out at her sides. The ones who were laughing decided they wanted to leave, the pungent smell of the stale blood getting gross and killing their good time.

There were a few shouts of confusion and fear when the doors suddenly slammed shut and the room was flooded in red light. When one of the jocks tried to open it, he yelled in pain, like the door handle burned him.

That’s what made Tommy stir on the ground, his head aching and warmth trailing down his face. When he looked up the gym was in chaos, people screaming and trampling each other to find a way out. One guy, someone Tommy knew, had climbed up to try the window, but he was flung off like a bug. A squeaking noise made him look up and the fire sprinklers flipped on.

Murky water fell over everyone, only adding to the rotten smell permeating what with the blood also having its own stench. Tommy’s breath caught as he looked around, his eyes finally landing on Carrie.

She seemed unresponsive, barely even blinking as the chaos unfolded around her, like she was in the middle, stirring up the misfortune herself.

“Carrie- huff,” Tommy started, pulling himself up off the ground. His head spun and he nearly got sick with everything mixing around him, his stomach was never the strongest. “Carrie, we have to get you out of here.”

She didn’t move, didn’t even look at him, just tilted her chin up indignantly. The lights above them suddenly sparked, clearly not mixing well with the water. That frightened Tommy a lot, they could all die, and it seemed that’s probably what Carrie was aiming for.

“Carrie!” Tommy tried again, grabbing onto her shoulders. His breath was getting more frantic as he looked around behind him. “Carrie, listen to me. Look at me, Carrie.”

She blinked then, eyes focusing on the boy in front of her. She looked like she was on the brink of tears. When she noticed the blood flowing down his face it only made her feel worse.

“Is this why?” Her voice was quiet, if Tommy had been any further away he wouldn’t have been able to hear. “Is this why you asked me to go with you?”

A devastated look crossed over Carrie’s face. “So you could laugh at me?” Tommy gulped, really starting to feel sick now, realizing that in some sick way this was partially his fault. “She was right, I shouldn’t have come, I shouldn’t have-”

“No! Carrie, if I knew it wouldn’t have happened! I didn’t know- I swear whoever did this is dead.” He shouted, his grip on her shoulders tightening. “Please, you need to calm down. Just breathe, we can get you out of here.”

Flames caught his eye, the curtain behind them was on fire. They needed to go, now. Carrie sniffled, the tears finally falling. “They all laughed at me, they laughed…”

Tommy looked back at the crowd then back to Carrie. “No one laughed, no one did Carrie.” She let out a breath like she’d been holding it. The heat from the fire was getting unbearable.

“Do you swear?” Carrie whispered, looking up at him. She was in agony, he could see it clear on her face.

“Carrie, I swear.” Tommy holds out his arms for her, finally stepping back to lead her away from the gym. He could hear sirens approaching.

Carrie looked out a final time before the doors swung open and the students flooded out. The air was cool which was relieving to everyone. She took his hands then, and he led her off the stage out to the cool evening air.

Sue Snell pushed her way through everyone, Frank Green (notoriously known as the Beak) and George at her side, searching through the scared faces for Tommy and Carrie. “There they are!” She shouts, grabbing her friends and making their way over to the pair.

Tommy perked up at the sound of Sue’s voice, carefully leading Carrie to the grass so they could sit. Further away from everyone. Sue ran over and pulled Tommy down into a hug. Beak and George made their way over a second after, clearly left behind in the madness behind them.

Whispers were exchanged between the group, everyone sparing sympathetic glances to Carrie every once in a while. Carrie just sunk in on herself, Trying to calm herself down enough so she could walk home, figuring she messed up their night enough.

It surprised her all when they all sat around her, Tommy to her left and Sue on the other side. Beak and George settled across from them.

They didn’t talk, no one really knew what to say. It was Carrie who broke the silence. “I ruined your plans with your friends, didn’t I?”

Tommy just shook his head as he shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. “No,” he assured her. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all, actually.”

Carrie blinked up at him, tears threatening to fall again but she willed them away and sank into the coat. If it was salvageable before, it’s definitely ruined now. Tommy wondered if the rental place had it in their hearts to cut them some slack.

“Carrie I- we- are so sorry,” Sue spoke up, reaching to hold her hand. “I tried to stop it, if I knew they were planning something I wouldn’t have asked, that was so cruel.” She whispered the end of her apology, like she couldn’t believe it had happened.

Carrie ducks her head. “I shouldn’t have come,” she says back. “Mama was right I shouldn’t have.” The group share worried glances, but they’ll unpack that later.

George sneers. “Don’t you think like that, it was fun at the beginning right?” Carrie glances up to him and nods. “Right! Don’t you worry, whoever did this will pay.” Frank nods along beside him, patting him on the shoulder encouragingly. “So inspiring.” Beak always did like to make a joke, to lighten the mood when things were heavy.

Tommy’s arm tucks around her, pulling Carrie closer to comfort her. “Even if it all ended bad, we’re all together, right?” He looked down to her, waiting for the response. Even now he’s pushing her gently, to get her out there. Maybe this is Tommy’s super power. She had telekinesis and he was good at making anyone comfortable, even Carrie White.

“Right,” she finished for him, which made Tommy smile. In return it made Carrie smile. Sue reached and brushed some bloody hair out of Carrie’s face.

“Wow, Sue,” Beak starts. “Before too long Carrie might steal Tommy from you curled up to him like that. Sue laughed and Carrie smiled, cheeks flushing red under the caked up blood.

Tommy grinned and shot him a look. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you beat her to it and steal me yourself, smart guy?”

Beak opened his mouth but was quickly cut off by George. “Oi! Don’t be comin’ onto my man y’ hear?” He shot back, elbowing Frank with a grin.

Tommy felt Carrie’s shoulders bouncing, but when he looked to her to see if she was crying, a small grin graced her face and quiet giggles bubbled up. Despite it all she was laughing. It made something twist in Tommy’s chest, he had to make himself look away.

“It isn’t much,” Sue starts. “But if you all wanted to stop by my house to get cleaned up, maybe we could still go to the Hive.” Carrie perks up, of course Sue was invited, why wouldn’t she be?

George whooped excitedly. “You’re a lifesaver, Susan, I really need a shake after all this.” Everyone cheered in agreement.

“Carrie?” Tommy said quietly. She looked up to him, still smiling a little. “Would that be okay?” He was so patient with her.

Commotion caught her attention though and she looked past Tommy towards the gym. The flames had been dealt with it’d seem, but that’s not what she’s looking at.

Two police officers were taking Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan out of the school, Chris kicking and shouting the whole way to the car. Miss Collins watched them go, nothing but anger in her eyes. It only made Carrie’s smile widen. She hoped she’d never have to see Chris ever again after this.

“Yes,” she finally replied. “That seems fun.” Tommy grinned and stood, offering his hands to Carrie first to help her stand, then to Sue. “No help for me?” Frank joked. “Shut up, Beak,” Tommy joked back.

The rest of the night was filled with similar jokes, everything being kept lighthearted (lucky for Carrie, she may fall apart if anything else bad happened). The Hive was so much better than she imagined. They had delicious waffle fries, and soda flavors she didn’t know existed, she and Sue even shared an ice cream. Everything was perfect. She prayed to God that come Monday morning she wouldn’t be forgotten by Tommy Ross, or any of them.

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innaminitus · 5 years ago

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To meet you again

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Request: Hey! May I request Geralt x reader? Maybe where the reader is a commoner in the kingdom, and while Geralt is there to kill a monster, him and the reader keep crossing paths? But get this: the reader is extremely clumsy and every time they cross paths it’s because of the reader tripping, or running into him, etc ya know? It gets to the point where Geralt starts making small offhand comments about her clumsiness and she shows that she’s actually pretty damn feisty. I’m so excited! Thank you hun! (from @badass-dora-milaje)

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Hello there. I read your beautiful lake story and just fell in love with your writing style. So I'd like to request a story if I may: Geralt & reader meet up time and time again. She somehow always helps him out (calms a mob, heals his wounds, gives the missing coin he needs) and she's always kind to him. There may be underlying tension between the two, but she doesn't act on it. There is a change in their dynamics though when she endangers her life while trying to help him again and anger and worry finally make him react, pushing her against a wall and showing her how much he truly cares. Now I'd like to leave it up to you if the smut is passionate and either sweet or more angry. I hope this is okay as a request? Thanks so much for sharing your work and doing this! Regards V (from @superconfusedandreadytorumble)

Warnings: smut, language, angst

Word count: 3034

A/N: I didn’t proffread it because i’m a lazy ass

You were… just a nobody, really. Just a clumsy girl, who happened to have just enough healing abilities to help with cuts and burns in the town.

Somehow he always crossed paths with you.

You were picking up the herbs in the forest, finally unbothered. It was the beginning of spring, and the door to your house almost never closed. People were storming you with colds and allergies, sometimes knocking on your door at night. Mothers were… overprotective, bothering you when their sons barely sneezed. In the forest you could finally rest, breathe fresh air and be alone for a change. No one walked that deep into the forest, afraid they might meet leshy and his monsters; you’ve never met him, though and doubted he actually lived in the forest.

That is, until you heard sounds of a fight. Frozen in place, you were too afraid to move. A cry of a beast mixed with hoarse screams and clings of steel, followed by sudden silence. Someone, or something moved for the last time and hit the ground. You waited for any sign that, whoever it was, was still alive.

“Ahh… Fuck.”

Well, that almost definitely was a sound of being alive.

You rushed in the direction of the voice, whose owner, thankfully wasn’t far. A man was on the ground, leaning on the tree, pressing his hand on his thigh. In front of him lied a beast, its horny head detached from its body, slimy blood spilled all over the clearing. Your stomach flew to your throat, but you managed not to vomit at the sight. One deep breath and you looked back at the man. He was bleeding as well, but the difference between him and leshy was that he was still alive.

You walked to him slowly, he turned to you when you stepped on a twig.

“Who are you?” He asked in between sharp breaths. His hair was white and his eyes were oddly yellow.

“A healer. I can help you.” You kneeled next to him and looked at the wound on his thigh. It was deep, and he was losing a lot of blood. You pulled at the hem of your dress and ripped a long stripe, then tied it firmly above the wound. “Come, you need to get up. My home is not far away.”

You held him while he clumsily got up, and supported him while you walked out of the forest.

“So what’s your name, healer?”

“Y/N. And yours?”

“Geralt.”

That was the first time you’ve met Geralt. You healed his wound and said goodbye, believing it was the last time you’d see the white-haired man.

How foolish of you.

He passed your village multiple times, since beasts seemed to adore the forests and swamps surrounding it, and soon the Witcher was a frequent guest in town.

You were reading a book. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t see him, it was the fault of the heroine in the story, who was making the worst decision of her life.

It wasn’t a pretty picture, really. Geralt was talking to someone, and you just didn’t bother to look above your book. You smashed onto him, hitting him with the book, and hurting your nose badly on his broad back.

“Ouch…”

“What the hell are you doing?” He turned angrily, but his presence softened once he saw you. Not for long, as it seemed, since he started laughing at your miserable form, holding your nose with your palms and tears building in your eyes. He picked up the book you dropped. “I think that’s yours.”

That was the second time. You’ve had pleasant conversation with him, and discovered he also liked books, but haven’t had the time to read them anymore. Turned out he’s not just a pile of muscles and a nice voice.

Finally a day without a single patient. You could spend all calm day on the market, and unbothered buy food. Maybe you’d buy yourself a little treat, maybe a piece or two of peach pie…

You were buying apples when you heard a horse nearby. You smiled softly at Roach tied to a feeder near the inn and walked to her.

“Hello, Roach.” You caressed her head gently. She bumped your basket, full of fresh food. You fed her an apple. “And where’s your owner, huh?”

Suddenly you heard a loud noise in the inn and the door swung open.

“Witch– Witcher!” Geralt stormed out of the inn, the publican right behind him. You didn’t fail to notice how good the Witcher looked, his hair a mess and unbuttoned shirt. “Pay or I’ll swear my boys will kill you in your sleep.”

“You dare to threaten me?” Geralt turned back and faced the publican, who somehow got smaller under his burning sight.

“Geralt,” you called him, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder. “What’s the problem?”

“He haven’t paid for his stay!” The publican shouted.

“I said I’ll pay later!”

“I don’t believe ya Witchers! One day you fuck a whore in my inn, the next day ya dead! And I am left with no money!”

“I’ll pay for him.” You gave the men a few coins.

“That’s not enough!”

“Well, remember about it the next time you drag your pregnant daughter to my house demanding an abortion. And I’ll maybe remember to not tell anyone about it.”

He reddened and, murmuring something under his nose, went back to the inn.

“Abortion?” Geralt raised an eyebrow.

“He has five daughters, and each one is rather frivolous.”

He untied Roach and turned to you.

“Thank you. I’ll repay you, I promise.”

“I know.” You shrugged. “But maybe next time you’re here, stay at my place.”

You tried not to show how many sinful thoughts flew through your head.

He stayed a few times, arriving at the evenings and leaving early in the morning. Unspoken tension between you was enough to keep him away. It wasn’t that you were disappointed, only you were… a little disappointed.

Snow was falling into your eyes as you were trying to make your way back home. You treated a boy with fever, not sure if he would survive the night. The cold was merciless, piercing you through, and you forgot your cloak when you run out to save the boy. Only a thick sweater was protecting you from wind and snow. You cursed your stupidity, dreaming of warm fireplace waiting for you. There was one more thing keeping you warm, but you didn’t really want to admit it to yourself. You just couldn’t help it that his eyes reminded you of the sun.

You stepped onto frozen mud, your poor excuse for shoes not protecting you from sliding all across the puddle. With a squirm you tripped on ice, and waved your hands, trying to catch stability, inefficaciously, only making your situation worse. You were sure to hit the ground, but someone’s warm arm wrapped around you, protecting you from it.

“Geralt,” you gasped, still hanging above the ground.

“Hello, Y/N,” he laughed and pulled you up.

Only this time it was different.

You just… had a feeling. A feeling that you should be out, even though it was night. You wandered around the town, this weird feeling in your guts not allowing you to rest. Your intuition was strong, due to your grandmother being a minor witch, and almost never let you down. It was an unsettling thought, piercing you through, that something bad was going to happen.

You didn’t notice that you left the town and mindlessly walked to the forest. Cold air soothed your burning cheeks and scent of wet grass hit your nostrils. You knew you wouldn’t get lost in this forest, you knew it better than you knew yourself, so you walked deeper, letting your intuition guide you.

Everything was oddly silent. No birds singing, not even the bugs working their way through the bushes. You could barely see in the darkness, but you didn’t need a good sight to feel the blood hanging in the air.

One, two, three vampires, and between them the whitehaired Witcher. You watched the scene with parted lips, as they hypnotized him, one already sucking blood out of Geralt.

You had to help him. A silver knife shone in the moonlight when you took it out of your pocket, glad you took it with yourself. You pressed the blade on your arm and with a deep breath cut the skin deeply, not allowing yourself to whine in pain.

“Blood.” One of the vampires shot his head up.

“Blood.”

“Human.”

You kept squeezing your fist to pump more blood out of the wound.

“Hey, assholes,” you shouted. “How about a dessert?”

Two of them left Geralt and run to you with awful screams, and it was enough for the Witcher to free himself from their power. You didn’t see him killing the vampire still sucking his blood, the two beasts already knocked you down, their cold, dead lips locked on your neck.

A groan was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

The ground was shaking when you woke up. You were flying, you were sure of it. Was this how death felt?

Your eyelids felt awfully heavy when you opened your eyes, the stars were shining on the dark sky. You moved your head. You weren’t dead. You were still in the forest, in someone’s arms.

“Geralt…” Your throat was sore, you were barely able to make a sound.

His jaw was clenched when you looked at him.

“You are… Stupid. Irresponsible. Do you even understand how big of a danger that was?” His voice was shaking from anger, but he tried not to shout.

You moved in his arms.

“Did you kill them?” He nodded. “Geralt, we have to go back.” You tried to fall on the ground, but he was holding you too tight. “Geralt, we need to bury them, their heads apart from their bodies, with iron nails in their skulls… And sprinkle poppy seeds–“

“I did it.”

“What’s with the poppy seeds, though?” You were taking without any sense. “Like… I know they’re supposed to obsessively count them, but do they really do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you mad at me? Don’t be mad at me, please.” You lifted your hand to touch, but it felt weightless. You had no feeling in your limbs, but you could move them. It must’ve been because of the loss of blood.

“Yes, I am mad at you. You should never put your life in danger, not for me, not for anyone else.”

“I wanted to help you.”

“You shouldn’t have. I was dealing with them perfectly fine without you.”

“No, you weren’t,” you snorted. “They were killing you, you needed my help.”

He stopped. You didn’t notice that you already left the forest and were standing in front of your house. He gently placed you on the ground, making sure you wouldn’t trip. Your head was dizzy, but you were able to open the door and walk inside. Familiar scent of candles and herbs soothed you.

“It would be much better if they killed me instead of hurting you,” you said, your back turned to him, as you lit the candles.

He held your arm, and pushed you against the nearby wall.

“No,” he said in a hoarse voice, anger glistening in his amber eyes. “Stop saying such stupid things.”

“Stop telling me I’m stupid!” You were over it. You helped him, and that’s how he thanks?

“How can I, if you obviously are?!”

“You shouldn’t save me then, leaving me as a meal would eliminate me from your life just fine!”

“You must have no idea what you’re saying.” His hands were clenched on your shoulders just like his jaw was clenched when he was talking to you with such anger.

“Enlighten me, then!”

It took him a split second to press his lips onto yours, and to melt you completely.

“Is that clear enough?” He asked in a husky voice, his face millimeters from yours.

“Not�� Not really. You’d have to repeat that.”

Only you didn’t give him any time to repeat it, because you threw your arms over his neck and kissed him hurriedly, leaning on him, almost knocking him down. He smiled during the kiss, deepening it, his tongue slid into your mouth, inviting yours to play.

Within a second you forgot about everything, about the vampires, about how bad you felt after the attack. He was more than enough to make you forget.

He lifted you up, and bumped on a closet on the way to your bedroom, making you laugh, quickly silencing you with his tongue. Soon you felt cold sheets under your back, and Geralt’s fingers untying the ribbons of your dress. He slid the material down your shoulders, kissing every inch of the skin that was exposed to him.

He kissed your collarbone, lick the hollow underneath it, his tongue swiped down, to the delicate skin of your breasts and suddenly you weren’t in the mood for laughing. You sighed when he softly tugged the side of your breast, pulling the dress down, exposing your hardened nipples. With a silent groan he closed his warm mouth around one nipple, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. The other one he rolled in his fingers, releasing a moan from you, and you felt him smile at that sound. His big hands kneaded your breasts as he kissed the valley of them before sliding your dress even lower.

His lips never left your body as he made his way down, gently biting your waist, leaving a mark. By the time he got to your hips the heat between your legs was noticeable, just as how wet you were for him. He kissed one hipbone, then another, and ignoring your womanhood kept kissing until he reached your knee, and then, and only then he made his way up. In most torturous of ways he licked the skin of your inner thigh, left hot kisses above the wet trail and finally, after almost driving you crazy, reached your heat.

He didn’t plan to work his way fast. Oh no, he planned to feast on you.

He kissed your folds, yet that was enough to make you squirm. He stuck out his tongue and with just the tip licked a stripe through them, parting them for his warm lips.

“Mm,” he groaned against you “so wet already, and I haven’t even started properly.”

His deep voice was giving you goosebumps, but it was his tongue that made you grab his hair. He flattened it on your pussy, rubbing your clit and forcing a moan out of you. His hands massaged your thighs, but one of it slid to your folds, to the aching clit while he pushed his tongue into you. You arched your back as he worked you this way, his tongue in and out of you, his skilled fingers rubbing vicious circles on your clit.

“Fuck… Geralt, please, don’t stop,” you moaned time after time as he mercilessly drove you to the edge of sanity, forcing an orgasm out of you.

You were shaking as you came on his face, whispering pleads and his name, pleasure holding your throat tight enough for you to not scream. You mindlessly held his head pressed onto you, spasms of ecstasy making you come yet again around his tongue.

He pulled away, his wet mouth and chin glistened in the light of candles as he ripped his clothes and hovered over you. You kissed him, your taste spilled in your mouth as his tongue was dancing with yours.

You felt his hot shaft on your stomach, how it dripped on your skin, making you hungry for more, more of his body, more of his lips. He bucked his hips, caressing your overstimulated clit with his tip, collecting your slick. He slid into you easily, you caught his gasp in your mouth.

“So fucking tight,” he whispered on your neck. “So marvelously tight…”

He pulled out only to push back in, and you were lost yet again, only now it was Geralt as well who lost control. As you expected, he wasn’t the one to be gentle.

He rammed into you like a wild animal, sounds of moans and wet bodies smacking filled the room and your ears. You reached above your head to hold the frame of the bed, but he had other plans. With sadistic smile he grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them still as his other hand held firmly your hip, sure to leave bruises. All you could do was to wrap your legs around him to make him reach deeper, and moan when he buried himself balls deep into you.

His thrusts were fast and violent, his eyes travelled from your waving breasts to your parted lips, as you begged for more, for him to never stop.

“Gods– You fill me so fucking good–“ You squirmed as your whole body moved to his pace.

“That’s right,” he groaned, leaning over you as your muscles clenched hard on his length. “I want you to come all over my cock.”

You would never deny that order. A heat wave hit you hard, overtaking your body in its silky arms, as pleasure spilled all over your mind just as Geralt’s cum spilled deep inside your pussy. Your legs were shaking when you rode down your orgasm with his gasps near your ear.

He fell on the bed next to you, panting.

“So… So you care for me. If I got the message right,” you said in between heavy breaths and looked at him.

“Pretty much, yes.”

He also looked at you before you both laughed. He pulled you to a soft kiss before closing you in his warm arms. There was nothing that could disturb that night. Not when you felt so warm, so safe next to him.

You placed your head on his chest and soon the sleep surrounded you like a fog. And you dreamed, dreamed about amber eyes and clear blue skies.

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ironhusband · 4 years ago

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day 1

Wanda returned the next day. She didn't expect the government to still stay after her indimadating display of power, especially since she doubted that spineless director would stick around after having twenty guns pointed at him, but she needed to check anyway. No one could hurt her family and if there was a threat, she was going to eliminate it.

Wanda looked out at the view outside of Westview, satisfied to see the tents and equipment were cleaned out. She smirked, happy to see motherhood hasn't made people any less scared of her (weird how she once didn't want for people to fear her. It was clearly an advantage to get what she wanted). Wanda scanned the horizon, checking to see if SWORD was simply hiding away.

She paused as she saw a small tent in the far distance.

Cautious, Wanda decided to see what it was. It could be an innocent camper, and she had to be careful not to reveal herself. But it could also be one of them, and she had to make sure her home was protected.

She paused when she found Monica Rambeau, swaddled up in a thin blanket and eating cereal, watching the credits roll on their show.

The poor girl startled when she looked up and found her, immediately scrambling for her gun.

Wanda cocked her head to the side, smiling teasingly. "An ally, huh?" she said, in the thick sokovian accent.

Rambeau carefully lowered her gun, seeming a bit ashamed at her own hypocrisy. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Are you alone?" Wanda cut to the chase.

Rambeau spread her arms as if to show her, "you tell me."

Wamda looked around, looked at Rambeau's belongings. She could spot a phone among her things but no walkie talkies, or flies, or bugs. Nothing that seemed like there were people with her, just a little further away. Wanda frowned, "they left you alone to die?"

"No," Rambeau said, gently, "I left them."

Wanda stopped scanning their surroundings, looking at Rambeau’s honest, pleading eyes.

Wanda looked away from the gaze of her betrayer, "I threatened to kill whoever stayed."

Rambeau raised her chin in challenge, "do it then."

Wanda couldn't understand this. Rambeau seemed so... confident. At ease about the idea of being killed. Wanda was used to people fearing her. She could kill people, if she wanted to, and everyone knew that. But Rambeau.... Rambeau almost seemed like she didn't believe Wanda was going to kill her.

She didn't summon the red smoke.

Wanda scoffed, "leave."

day 3

Wanda held herself back from returning for a whole day. She figured Rambeau was stubborn, and coming back will only egg her further. Not returning the next day will convince her that whatever she thought she was doing was a dead end.

When Wanda returned on the third day, Monica was still in the same position Wanda found her at first.

"Hey," Rambeau lifted her eyes to Wanda, this time completely calm, "great episode today."

"I could kill you, you know," Wanda threatened once again.

"Oh, I know." Rambeau was eating stew this time. She offered her some off the hot plate, "want some?"

Wanda rolled her eyes and walked away.

day 5

"Why won't you leave?" Wanda asked, frustrated.

Rambeau was unbothered, "why won't you make me?"

day 8

"How are the twins?" Rambeau asked on her next visit.

Wanda nodded towards the TV, "didn’t you watch the show?"

"Wanda, as much as I love TV, it can't tell you people's emotions," Monica said and turned off the TV, fully turning towards her, "it's why books are better."

Wanda didn't answer her question, but said, "maybe we'll turn the show into a book then."

"Wandavision: Now In Pages."

Wanda struggled with her smile.

day 13

"You know, for someone who seems to like books more than television, you sure watch TV a lot."

Monica looked up from the credits roll, surprised at Wanda’s friendly snipe, "I do read."

Wanda nodded at Monica's belongings, “no books around.”

Monica dug up a notebook from the blankets on the ground, "I read my notes."

Wanda glanced at the pages Monica was flipping through, "notes of the show?"

Monica nodded.

"But why? You can't do the research like with SWORD."

Monica shrugged, "it's fun to guess what can happen. I have theories to share with the forums.”

Wanda was too amused to notice that Monica could have been using a codename.

day 17

“Are you happy?” Monica asked her once.

It isn’t the first time she asked a question like this. Monica didn’t outright ask her to leave Westview, but it seemed to be her angle with all this.

Wanda tried not to think of her headache from keeping everything running smoothly inside the town and the fight she had with Vision that Monica must have seen, “of course.”

Monica hummed, “then why do you keep coming here?”

Wanda left in her fury.

day 20

“Why won’t you leave?” Wanda asked, more furious in her next visit.

“Why won’t you?” Monica shot right back.

Wanda left, confused as to why she didn’t kill Monica at the spot.

day 23

“I need a break from the kids,” Wanda explained, “the show any good?”

Monica smiled and rewinded the episode for her.

day 27

Wanda has been coming around every day for the past four days. Wanda always explained it away and Monica never called bullshit on her reasons. She seemed to learn her lesson with crossing boundaries.

“I like coming here,” Wanda explained that day.

Monica beamed so wide, Wanda was sure she could outshine the sun.

day 33

“Why won’t you leave?”

It’s been a while since Wanda last asked her that. Usually she asked every other visit. But this time… Wanda realized how small this life must be for Monica. In her small tent, watching the show, writing notes in her notebook, theorizing based on her writings, eating canned goods, and sleeping on those thin blankets. She didn’t know what was there for Monica in this life.

Monica was more quiet this time when she answered, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

In her surprise, this was the first time Wanda sat down next to Monica.

day 36

“Viz won’t speak to me,” Wanda told her one day.

Monica placed her food on the ground, “yeah, I saw.”

“This was supposed to be everything I wanted,” Wanda whispered, brokenly, and tried to keep the tears at bay.

Monica, unhesitatingly, wrapped her arm around Wanda’s shoulders, “then why aren’t you leaving?”

Wanda found herself leaning into the touch, “same reason you aren’t.”

day 37

This time, Monica wasn’t watching the episode ending but was rewinding to a specific scene.

‘My parents died when I was ten,’ the Wanda on screen said.

Wanda looked away from the hurtful scene. It was different saying the words and watching herself say them. “Why are you watching this?” her tone unnecessarily defensive.

Monica didn’t look away from the screen, “my parents are dead too.”

day 40

“You could come to Westview,” Wanda offered her once, “I could give you whatever you want.”

Monica’s breath hitched with the idea. Wanda could tell she was tempted. But then, after a beat, Monica shook her head. “I can’t do that. I can’t escape to a perfect reality.”

Wanda laughed, not creully, but teasingly, “so what is this? Isn’t this escaping reality?”

Monica shrugged, “I guess so. But watching TV, eating bad food, talking to a friend... Not different from how normal people grieve.”

Wanda rose from her seat, enraged. Her eyes didn’t start glowing red but her hand was pointing at her accusingly, “I am normal.”

In her rage, in her storming off, Wanda didn’t realize Monica called her a friend.

day 44

When Wanda came the next time. She didn’t speak at first. She just sat down next to Monica, wordlessly. Monica rewinded the episode for her, but Wanda didn’t watch it. She watched Monica instead. Monica wasn’t bothered by the stare, but she was wondering what Wanda was finding there.

“Can you show me how to be normal?” Wanda requested, eyes now on the show, where Wanda was trying to keep her family together.

Monica smiled and turned towards her, looking away from the show, “I love how you think I’m normal, Scarlet.” She tilted Wanda’s head so they were staring into each other’s eyes, “but I’ll show you anything you want.”

Monica leaned forward and kissed Wanda, hands going slowly from her chin up to her soft, soft hair.

Wanda froze for a moment. She froze for a moment, and then- then she sank into it, hands gripping at the fabric at Monica’s hips.

It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds (but it felt like forever) when Wanda pulled away, shoved Monica away and told her, “stop. Stop, this is a mistake.”

Monica was speechless when she watched Wanda, a strangely calm seeing Wanda, walk away.

day 45

Wanda didn’t come the next day. Monica didn’t expect her to. She knew she screwed up with the kiss. She just wished she’d left it at her words instead of her actions.

On the 45th day the TV shut off. Monica frowned, smacking the side of the screen, trying to jerk it back to life. The TV didn’t turn back on, no matter how hard she tried.

But then she heard a sound.

When she looked up it was to the forcefield collapsing, throwing her back twenty meters.

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radiant-flutterbun · 3 years ago

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Mason’s Brightside Part 2

Part 1

“No Mason, weird dreams are not a symptom of the herb I gave you last night,” Alaria sighed “If you had listened to me you would know the opposite is true.”

“No dreams is a symptom?”

“Yes and so are dehydration headaches so make sure you drink lots of water.”

Alaria shooed Mason outside of the healing den and he nearly crashed into Corkscrew, a spiral.

“Watch where you’re going!” Corkscrew snarled.

Mason ignored him and went to get something to drink, his mind however was still thinking about that dream. He’d never been a vivid dreamer. Something about it was so unnatural.

Evan came up to him later in the day and he described the dream to him.

“Weird right?”

“Yeah but sometimes a dream is just a dream. Don’t read too much into it.”

“But it felt so real!”

“You sure it’s not… Ya know your mind playing tricks on you?”

Mason glared at Evan “It wasn’t that.”

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to imply…” Evan coughed “Maybe you’re just not used to a good night’s sleep is all.”

Mason thought about that for a moment “That… Ok yeah that I can believe.”

The next night he was given the same herb from Alaria and he found himself right back at the Emperor’s Wake.

“Good to see you again Mason,” It was the tundra. They were sitting beside him, so close that Mason could feel their fur on him “Are you on your way?”

“I-” Mason began and then he snarled “What are you doing in my head?”

The tundra looked back at him calmly, “You can thank our local dreamwalker for that.”

“Dreamwalker…?”

“You’ll be waking soon. I don’t have time to explain. Please come here to the Emperor’s Wake. I’ll explain everything. It’ll be much easier in person, I promise.”

Mason was about to speak when he found himself awake, sunlight danced across his room.

He began to pack his things. It didn’t take long. Being formerly dead, he didn’t have any personal belongings from his world. All he had were just a few art supplies Flare had been kind enough to give him, a simple dagger, a water canister, a few snacks and a blanket. Everything fit neatly in a bag he wrapped over his shoulder.

He trotted down the stairs from his room and into the clan lobby. He made his way to the main exit when Evan found him.

“Where are you going?” He asked, seeing the bag.

Mason sighed “The Emperor’s Wake.”

“What? Isn’t that where that monster is?”

“Yep.”

“And you want to go there?!”

“Correct.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s where the dragons in my dreams told me to go.”

“So you’re just going to listen to random dream dragons now?”

“See this is why I was trying to avoid you.”

Evan looked hurt “You were planning on leaving without telling me?”

“Because I knew this would happen! I knew you wouldn’t understand! Listen, I've been here before. I know that whoever these dragons are, they're not going to get out of my head until I do what they want me to do.”

“Hey no offense Mason but the last time you listened to some... thing in your mind you ended up hurting a kid.”

Mason snarled “He wasn’t just a kid. Don’t oversimplify what Muerto is.”

“I’m just saying, if you knew that was Match speaking to you, would you still have done the things you did?”

“Yes. Match is just another self centered god, but at least me listening to him, capturing Muerto, weakening him. Getting him to spill his dirty little secrets. At least that did something! You would have rotted away to nothing and we would have all been trapped in that horrible place until we died. I got the gods’ attention. I changed things!”

Evan took a deep breath “Ok. Yeah you’re right. But I also don’t have to like what we had to do to get where we are now. Maybe this time we can take some time to think about what we’re getting into before we have to hurt anyone?”

“We? You want to come with me?”

“I don’t like the idea of being near that monster, but I hate the idea of letting you go alone even more.”

***

Mason waited for Evan to pack his things. Like him, it wasn’t much so they were off on their journey soon enough. Evan felt bad leaving without a word so he took the time to leave a note for Nike.

The two took off and soared over the Sunbeam Ruins in the direction of the area now known as the Emperor’s Wake. Mason had a map with him to help him keep track of their journey. As he flapped his wings he noted how natural flight felt to him. It was strange to him how quickly he picked up the skill. His original body was not one designed for flight and never in a million years would he have guessed he’d eventually become a dragon. Sepulchral had taught him to fly after he had entered the Dragon Planet. Sepulchral was a good teacher, and unlike all of the other Selcouth creatures that were brought to Sornieth, Sepulchral actually had wings back in their world, making him uniquely experienced with flight. But even with such an excellent teacher, Mason felt like he shouldn’t have picked up the skill quite so quickly. It only made it more frustrating that relearning to draw was not as natural to him.

“Sorry about planning to take off without you,” Mason said after a few miles of silence.

“Hey, it's cool. No big deal,” Evan responded.

“What were you going to tell me the other day, by the way? I didn’t mean to brush you off like that. Sorry again.”

“Oh that?” Evan laughed nervously “That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Mason glanced at his friend “Alright…” He thought about pushing the subject, but decided to let it go.

The two flew in silence until it got dark. They camped out in a secluded pine forest for the night and took off again when it was morning.

Their flight was uneventful until they flew over a patch of land that was scarred in an unusual way. Most of the Sunbeam Ruins were filled with rolling fields of grass and green pine trees dotted with ruins from a forgotten era. But this patch of land was blackened and dead. It was not burned like a fire found it, rather it looked like a perfect circle of the land just shriveled up and died. Below structures that were not ancient ruins were crushed and destroyed like a tornado ran through the community.

“What do you suppose happened down there?” Evan asked.

Mason shook his head “Nothing good probably. Let's keep moving.”

It wasn’t long before the land began to look more like what Mason saw in his dreams. There were tell-tale signs of destruction, but not quite like the shriveled dead land they had just passed. Mason searched the ground below him and nearly stopped mid flight. There on top of a hill covered in ruins was the same rugged tundra that had spoken to him.

Mason landed beside them with a thud and Evan landed more gracefully beside him.

“You!” Mason snarled.

The tundra smiled and waved “Mason! So good to see you in person. And oh look! You brought a friend.”

“Why were you in my head? How do you know who I am? What do you want with me?”

“Holy shit,” Evan was ignoring the tundra and instead his eyes were fixed on the horizon “It’s real.”

Mason heard a roar and looked up. There in the distance was the rampaging beast, the Emperor Luminax. It was even more horrible than it was in his dreams.

“Terrifying isn’t it?” The tundra asked, following Mason’s gaze.

“It’s just… Hard to believe it’s real.”

“I know. Seeing your first Emperor… It makes you wonder what’s real and what’s fake. But that thing is real alright. It’s destroying lives and the gods are doing nothing about it.”

Mason snorted “Yeah that sounds about right.”

“Ah, don’t like gods do you?” The tiny bug dragon from Mason’s dream landed on top of the tundra’s head “I knew this one would fit in well!”

Mason peeled his eyes away from the undead creature in the distance “Ok, no more talking until you two explain why you were in my head.”

“Ah that would be Karyu’s doing,” The tundra addressed the bug sitting on their head.

“How dare you!” Mason lunged forward to swat the bug, but they quickly flew away. Mason ended up hitting the large tundra’s antlers instead. Mason’s hand stung and the tundra glared at him.

“Maybe instead of threatening my friend, you could sit down and listen.” The tundra shoved Mason to the ground. Mason tried to get back up, but stopped when the tundra gave him another glare.

Karyu flew back onto the tundra’s head and pointed at Mason “That one tortured a kid god, so I guess I shouldn’t really be too surprised. Still, he has use here.”

Mason’s eyes widened “How did you-”

“My name is Perryn,” The tundra cut Mason off and smiled “I’m an Emperor hunter, and my friend Karyu here is a dream walker.”

“And demigod!” Once again Karyu took off from their perch on Perryn’s head. They circled in the air and as they landed they began to transform. Before Mason’s eyes the little bug dragon grew in size. They spun so fast it forced Mason to blink and with that one blink a new creature was standing where the bug disappeared. Its body was unmistakably human to Mason, but it still had some of the bug features of its dragon form. Antennae sprung up from Karyu’s head and insectoid wings from their back. They wore a long robe and their long purple hair touched the ground. They were still small, Perryn towered over them and so would have Mason if he had been standing, but they were no longer squishable.

“My mother is the goddess of dreams for this world, and lucky me, I’ve inherited some of her powers,” Karyu walked up to Mason and poked his snout. He snapped at their fingers “You have the most fascinating dreams out of everyones’ I’ve walked through. So many memories are mixed with yours. Some juicy ones too!”

“No. You didn’t.”

“It’s just a shame that lately you haven't been dreaming much. I’m guessing insomnia? Well that’s no good for me or my pals here at The Guild of Osiris! I was afraid if your sleeping patterns continued I would have lost contact with you! And that would have been a real bummer.”

“Which is why Karyu had to bring me into the picture,” Perryn said “We needed you to come here before they lost contact with you and they thought you would listen to me and not them.”

“And I was fucking right!” Karyu grinned and then leaned close to Mason and whispered “I just thought Perryn would be more your type. I’m gorgeous, I know, but I’m taken.”

Mason just stared at Karyu. He opened his mouth and then closed it like a fish out of water.

“Yes. Karyu was right!” Peryn shouted and then coughed “And now you’re here like we were hoping. Karyu has seen a lot of things about you from their dream walking ,which I know may be awkward and invasive-”

“You don’t think?” Mason found his voice for a moment.

“But Karyu has a knack for finding those who are perfect for helping our cause. Mason, is life uncertain to you? Maybe you’ll make a good Emperor Hunter.”

#tgoo #clan ton theon #tcotg

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petite-ely · 4 years ago

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

three - family heirloom

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: cursing and other sorts of bad language, mention of a dead body, underage drinking, idk if there’s something else besides some typos

Description: a fun trip to a thrashy motel leads to many discoveries for the pogues (buckle up buckaroos this one’s a bit long) (also I’m very sorry for not putting a read more thingy but I really don’t know how, sorry :(

Previously next

Afraid Masterlist

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When John B fell into the the water, the anchor held against his chest, y/n didn’t expect him to come back with anything valuable. Maybe something that would have revealed the identity of whoever owned this boat, but nothing really big. So she was very surprised when he came back with a motel key in his hand. It was not much, as expected but the pogues knew what to do.

The little group had tried to report their findings to the authorities, in hope of receiving some kind of reward. Unfortunately, the plan had failed. Because of the hurricane, the coasts guards were so busy they couldn’t even spare one minute for them.

Instead, they all agreed to go investigate the hotel room. Y/n had been reluctant at first, but her curiosity took the lead, so she agreed. How could she not?

“I thought the château looked bad.”

“This place is a shitshow.”

“Motel or meth lab?”

Y/n’s face scrunched up in a grossed out expression at the sight in front of her eyes, plugging her nose as she caught the horrible smell that went with it. The motel itself wasn’t that bad. Except maybe for the roof, and the window and probably also some kind of hygiene issue. The yard was the worst part. It was filled with debris brought by the storm and it was covered with a bunch of old mattresses. It was not a pretty sight to see.

“Y/n are you staying with me and Pope or..” kie wondered as they landed.

The Routledges exchanged a look. John B didn’t show it a lot, but he was very protective of his sister. He preferred to have her by his side at all times, where he could protect her and assure that she was always safe. It was his way of showing he cared.

“Nah,” she jumped off the boat, her feet joined together, “someone has to look after these two knuckleheads.”

JJ laughed at her words. “Knuckleheads, who even says that.” “Dude I was talking about you.”

“What.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” Pope addressed the girl “don’t let him do anything stupid.” He pointed to JJ.

“Oh, we will.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

Kie handed the key to John B. “Be careful, okay. I mean it.” Y/n grinned at her friend’s words.

The trio then headed towards the direction of the room. Somehow y/n ended up taking the lead, with the two boys walking behind her. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her.

“JJ I know you’re looking at my ass, stop that right now,” she warned. “Dude!” John B slapped him on the chest.

“Um for your information I was looking at the bruise on your thigh.” “Yeah right.”

(He was actually really looking at the bruise. He hated to know she was hurt in any kind of way, it pained him)

“And even if I was, whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up?” “Don’t underestimate me Maybank, I could easily take you down.” JJ scoffed. “Pfft as if.”

He left her side to go join John B, who had voluntarily distanced himself from their bickering. The blonde grasped his friend’s shoulder. “Just be so careful, John,” he said, imitating Kiara.

John B pushed him off. “God, you’re so weird.” “Dude, what the heck was that all about.” “I don’t know, I guess she wants us to be careful.”

Y/n now walked alone behind, kicking a small pebble whilst silently listening to the conversation.

“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been like ‘oh! Be so careful John B’” “Get off” “just give me that John D already.”

“Like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”

y/n cringed at his words. “Ew, don’t sexualize her like that, it’s gross, j”

“Bro, you know the rule. No pogue on pogue macking.”

Stupid rule. It was the only reason why y/n had never admitted her feelings to JJ. That and her fear of being humiliated ( and the fact he would never feel the same way).

“Besides you’re the one always hitting on her.” Y/n scoffed.

“That doesn’t mean anything, JJ hits on every girl he ever sees.” JJ frowned at her words. “He would hit on a plant if it even slightly ressembled the body of a girl.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” he defended himself. “I don’t hit on you all the time.”

“Says the guys who was just looking at my ass five minutes ago.” “No, I wasn’t.” “You so were!”

“Hey guys, I hate to break up your little fight but uh,” he pointed the door in front of him “this is us. 29.”

JJ knocked on the door. “Housekeeping,” he said, his voice pitched way higher than normal, making both his friends laugh at his actions.

“Should we try it?” Questioned John B. “No power- no security camera. No one’s gonna know.”

The door opened with a small creaking noise. It was a small dark room with two beds. The trio looked around for clues. They still didn’t know who owned the boat nor what they were doing out in the middle of a hurricane. They were hoping for some answers.

“Check the bag, see if there’s a name on there.” “Gotta a jacket-“ “Denim slides-“ “No name on the jacket. It’s a nice jacket though.” “Definitely over 50 he’s got new balances.”

“Yo, dude come here.” JJ found some papers and books stacked on the night table between the two beds. He pointed to a map. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.” “ let me see.” “Right there.”

Y/n peeked over their shoulder, standing on the tip of her toes, to try to see what they were talking about. “Nah, that’s off the continental shelf. Big swell, no one fishes there.”

Abandoning her previous idea, she crouched down and flashed her light under the first bed. “Nothing over here.” She turned to the other bed. Her eyes caught a strange shape, on the opposite corner. “Wait.” She slipped underneath and crawled to the object. “Ah ha!”

“What? You found anything?”

Disappointment filled the girl’s mind as she noticed it was only a shirt, grey and smelly. “Uh, not really. I thought I did but it’s only a dirty shirt.”

“Ew there was a spider on it.” She brushed the bug away as she got up. She turned towards John B, noticing he had successfully opened the safe. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

The words left her mouth without her noticing. She was just too astonished. The safe was filled with multiple stacks of money and well, a gun. There was so much of it, it’s like she didn’t know where to look.

“Uh, JJ, you’re gonna wanna see this.”

JJ’s eyes doubled in size as he noticed the firearm in the safe. He immediately picked it up. “You grabbed the gun,” John B sighed.

“This is a SIG Sauer.” He was swinging it in the air, playing with it as though it was just a toy. “JJ put the fucking gun down, you’re gonna hurt someone,” y/n hissed at him.

“Put the gun back, JJ.” “This is a fucking spendy gatt, man, just.” He pretended to shoot someone in the distance. “Bam! Bam!”

“JJ, this is not a toy you can just play with, put it back!” Y/n’a voice was louder now, angrier and harsher too. “Just take a pic of me.”

“You want me to take a picture of you?” “Yeah dude, like-” JJ struck a pose, the gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other. “Make our own incriminating evidence is that what your talking about?”

Y/n’s attention drifted away as she heard the sound of something hitting the window. She spun around and drew the blinds open, only to find Kie and Pope jumping up down. “What?”

There were clearly trying to warn her about something but she couldn’t hear what they were saying through the thick glass that separated them. She lifted the window slightly. A single word left their mouth in a loud whisper. “Cops!”

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” Y/n turned her body to the two boys. She opened her mouth, about to reveal what danger would soon fall upon them when a knock came from the door.

“Kildare county, sheriff department,” a stern voice announced.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

The girl yanked the rest of the window open. By chance, there was a small step, a ledge, where they could stand and hide from the police officers.

Y/n’a hand flew to her neck, as she noticed the necklace she always wore wasn’t on her neck anymore. “Fuck!” It was very precious to her, leaving it there was not an option.

Her father had actually given it to her on her 14th birthday. It belonged to his mother and her mother before her. It was a family heirloom and the only thing she had left of her father. She always wore it, even to bed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

She scanned the room quickly, her stress level growing as she heard the door rattling. Her eyes finally landed on the shining necklace, tangled under the first bed.

“My necklace fell off!” she whispered-shout. “There’s no time!”

Luckily for her living on the cut had taught her to move quickly, without being seen. She swiftly slid under the bed, grabbed the golden chain and slipped out of the window, all before the door opened.

“That was close,” JJ whispered softly.

Y/n removed one of her hand from the wall to place her index finger against her lip motioning for JJ to stay silent. They both turned their attention back to the room, observing the cops as they entered.

There was two of them. Shoupe and a woman y/n didn’t know the name of. They were looking around for clues just as the three kids had done minutes earlier. Shoupe opened the door of the safe. Y/n’s eyes followed as he handed the other officer some evidences. He then handed her a stack of money, which she put in her pocket.

“The fuck?” the girl whispered, glancing at her brother on the other side. JB looked at her with wide eyes, he was just as shocked as she was.

She lost her balance for a quick second, her foot sliding down, making the loudest noise ever made. JJ’s hand caught her before she fell, bringing her body closer to his. She heard footsteps getting closer. She could feel and hear JJ’s breath getting heavier by the second, her heart pounding in her chest. She scooted even closer to him, her hand gripping at the back of his shirt so she wouldn’t fall once more.

“All right, let’s go. No one’s here.” Shoupe said from inside.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she heard the door close behind them. “That was so fucking close.”

“Jesus Christ, y/n what was that all about, you almost got us caught!” John B snapped.

“My necklace fell off, I couldn’t just leave it there. It’s the only thing I have left of dad! Plus they would’ve known I was there, it would’ve got us caught!”

John’s face fell slightly, she was right. Still he couldn’t help but worry at the thought of her getting caught. He was her brother, it was normal for him to want to protect her form getting hurt. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just, I was just worried okay? I don’t want to lose you too, y/n/n.”

“I’m not going anywhere, bird.”

After the little trip to the motel, and almost getting caught by the cops, the group had decided to head back to the château. Y/n let out a sigh of exasperation. She was, once again, seated on the dirty sofa on the porch. This time her head was hanging upside down, her shoeless feet rested against the window. She was exhausted. This day had been filled with nothing but surprises, following one another without getting a chance to take a breath. And the day wasn’t over yet.

First there was their discovery of the boat in the marsh, then John risking his life for a motel key (okay maybe risking his life was a bit of a stretch but yeah, y/n still thought it was dangerous). And then they tried to report the boat but failed, so they went to the motel and we’re almost caught by Shoupe (and saw him stealing money) and stupid JJ who stole the goddamn gun.

And that wasn’t even the most shocking surprise of the day. The body of Scooter Grubbs was also found (and y/n really wish she could erase that image out of her memory) and shocker, he was the owner of the Grady-White. So the marsh was closed until the authorities would find the boat.

“Ugh,” y/n rubbed her tired eyes, feeling a headache coming as the blood rushed to her head.

“You’re gonna get brain damage if you stay like that for too long,” John B said motioning to his sister’s position. “Can’t be worse than it already is,” she shrugged, moving herself so her head now rested on Kiara’s lap.

Pope came rushing, the screen door slamming behind him. “So, um we didn’t see anything, we don’t know anything.” He was still slightly panting, and he seemed very stressed, anxious even. “We need to have complete and total amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope’s right. For once.” y/n scooted closer to Kie to make room for Pope to sit and turned her head back to JJ who was getting up from his seat. “See I agree with you sometimes,” he pointed his index finger on each of his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”

“Guys we can’t keep that money.” “Not all of us have unlimited data plans, Kiara.”

Y/n frowned at JJ’s words. That was low of him. The Carreras might hav been a lot richer than the average pogue, but they weren’t kook rich either. Business was hard for everyone and The Wreck wasn’t spared of the occasional struggle that went with it.

“Well I hate to be a party pooper but she’s right. It’s not our money, it wouldn’t be right for us to keep it.” declared the Routledge girl. “Yup, we have to pass that money off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it’s bad karma.”

“It bad karma to be implicated in a felony too,” added Pope. “We gotta go dark.” “If that means we get to keep the money then I agree.”

John B gave a small pat on JJ’s shoulder. “I don’t agree.” “What, why?”

“Just think about it, this is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about,” he started. “Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pockets and all of the sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just saying..”

John B was right. It was indeed kind of shady. Square groupers? Smuggling? Contraband? Y/n had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was a strange situation and she had no idea what to do about it, so she followed her friends ideas. They all agreed to lay low and act normal, which could only mean one thing. There was going to be a kick ass kegger on the boneyard. And y/n couldn’t be more glad.

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spacestationdaedalus · 4 years ago

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post-canon JM but make them vigilante monster hunters

never seen a single episode but i think this might be the plot of supernatural? idk i bugged the server with this and now other ppl have to see it.

tw for general monster-related horror and descriptions of it, and very very mild injury

ao3 link here!

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It's late. Again.

She sighs, rubbing at her eyes until starbursts dance in her vision. If her lab manager knew she was in here at god, is it already 3? in the morning, he would probably have a fit. But it's not her fault her work has been so. Uncooperative. Realistically, she could be doing some of this at home, but the lab computer already has everything she needs, and it's so much easier to focus here.

Well. Most of the time.

Her water bottle is still half full, but she decides a walk to the vending machine at the end of the hall would do her some good. She can stretch her legs and get some caffeine at the same time. Best of both worlds.

Right then, a sound cuts through the air. It's a dull roar, crescendoing to a peak that it maintains for a handful of seconds before fading away. As jumpy as she gets this late, she hardly bats an eye as she digs her wallet out of her backpack. It's a common sound to hear in the building, one that you get used to quickly once you spend some time here. The university has a wind tunnel it uses for classes, as well as research. She's seen it before, used it first hand - even down in the basement of the building, the roar of the compressed air tank when the valve is switched practically shakes the foundation. That's how you tell the first years apart from everyone else. They're the ones who jump when they hear it, looking around in confusion, and sometimes fear. But it doesn't take long for it to become background noise.

She's more concerned about the fact that it's so late. Some poor graduate student, down in the basement in the middle of the night running the tunnel instead of sleeping. Or doing literally anything else. Unfortunately, she can relate.

The door shuts with a weighty slam behind her. The silence of the building is even sharper after the echo of the wind, and she fights down the urge to shudder. The hall is long, dark - the university installed motion activated lights in most of the buildings a few years back, and the effect they create as she walks down the hall is surprisingly eerie. The fluorescents flicker on with the faintest clicks and hums as she walks below them, boots clicking against the tile floor. She's a fast walker, always had been - and the incessant sound of her footfalls in the quiet somehow puts her even more on edge.

The pale light from the vending machine reflects against the linoleum in a way that could be inviting. In theory. But it's really more off-putting than anything else, like the sickly glow of a motel sign off of the interstate, flickering a destitute "no vacancy" into the night. The selection is slim, but she punches in the code for an overpriced iced coffee that feels cool and familiar in her hand.

The scream of the wind tunnel comes and goes again, louder, now that she's outside the lab. She can't help the unease creeping down her spine in the wake of its silence. On one hand, it's a comfort to know at least one other person is in the building with her. But even then, the still quiet it leaves behind is always worse, and it sends the hair on the back of her head standing at attention.

It only gets worse as she walks, and she fights the urge to look over her shoulder. Everyone knows the feeling - when you're a kid, and you sneak into the kitchen in the dead of night to get a drink, only to sprint back up to your room as soon as you can because you're so, so sure something is coming for you.

And now that she's thinking about it, she can't not think about it, which is as futile as it is frustrating. She tries to force it down along with the beating of her heart, but the fear simmers beneath the surface like a pot on the stove, two seconds from boiling over. She's already more than halfway back, just a few more seconds and she can slam the lab door shut behind her and feel almost safe.

The roar of the tunnel, again. She can't help the jump, this time, on edge as she is. Strange, they don't usually run it so many times in so few minutes-

A thought comes to her then, without warning, the way they do when you realize you've forgotten something important. She remembers the conversation with striking clarity - Ajay, her roommate, working on a big research project. He needed to test his prototype in the wind tunnel, and he'd lamented to her over dinner the other day that a replacement part they needed downstairs wouldn't arrive until next week. Which sucked, because he has a deadline for a paper submission coming up and needed more data-

Most of this is useless. But she remembers, now, better than anything she ever has, that the wind tunnel hasn't been working all week. The lab is closed, would be until Wednesday, until the new part comes in.

The roaring shriek comes again, pounding against her eardrums in a way it never has before. Oppressive. Almost hungry. It's closer, it's louder.

It's behind her.

She turns. As she chokes on her own heartbeat and sinking dread, she turns.

And something is behind her.

Thin and wrong, inky black and too many limbs. A long torso with a long head attached, crooked on its neck. Gaping white sockets where eyes would, should, be. It has no mouth, and yet she knows with absolute certainty that it was making that sound. A mocking imitation of something so familiar.

And she knows, an anchor sinking into pitch black water, that it's going to kill her.

blood blood i need blood your blood your face you

It's in her head, a voice with no mouth to speak it. She opens her own mouth to scream, but it's useless to her. Nothing comes out, not even air. Maybe she can run, she has to run, has to get away. But she can't bring herself to turn even a sliver from the nightmare in front of her. A deep, primal fear convincing her that the second she can't see that thing is the second it will get her.

Maybe she can run, still, with her eyes on it. But one of her feet finds the other in her panic, and she falls to the floor. She thinks she feels a pain in her wrist, but it's dull and far away. Hardly a blip on the radar of fear fear oh my god what is that thing-

It's coming for her, all bending joints like limbs of a puppet, pulled by invisible strings, limping, creaking in unnatural steps and lunges. Its eyes never once leave her, glued to her in hungry determination. The roar comes again, but it's twisted and warped like scrap metal and just as jagged around the edges.

And then it stops. Not more than ten feet from her. Frozen. She doesn't breathe, she doesn't think she could if she wanted to.

"That's enough."

It's a man's voice, from behind her. She doesn't have it in her to turn around, to look away. But it doesn't matter. Whoever it is god she hopes it's a who and not a what steps up next to her, in front of her. It might not be accurate to say he's shielding her, but he's between her and it, and she doesn't feel relief, but she feels. Safer, somehow.

She's never seen him before. His hair is long, streaked with grey, half tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He's wearing a long dark coat over long dark pants, tucked into black combat boots. And that's really all she can see from the floor.

As he steps forward, the creature seems to recoil. It hisses, maybe, and then another sound follows. A sad remixing of its own imitating screech from before, not quite a howl but more of a cry. It sounds pained, almost, creaking and desperate. Limbs rear up, but amount to nothing. It's an uncoordinated movement as it falls back on something like haunches.

"I'm watching you, now. There's nowhere you can hide from me."

The man's voice sounds strange to her. There's a cracking, almost static quality to it. She has no idea what the man could possibly be doing, but it looks like it's working.

Until it isn't.

The thing writhes and shrieks again, louder. She can feel it down into her bones, scraping at her marrow, god she wants to throw up. The man in front of her staggers slightly. He mutters something like a curse under his breath, brings a hand to his head. The thing is moving again, shambling towards them. It looks weaker, shakier than before but no less threatening. No less horrifying. Maybe even more so, with the look of a sick, maimed animal as it staggers down the street.

She thinks she might be about to pass out with the sudden chill that overtakes her. But the fading of her vision never comes, and is that. Her breath? She can see it in the air in front of her, condensing like it does on cold winter mornings. With a blink she realizes there's a fog as well, come seemingly from nothing. It's thick and low-hanging, coating the floor of the hall and swirling upwards. It chills her exposed skin, goosebumps racing up and down her arms.

She assumes the thing must be doing this, a defense mechanism or something, but it's slower than before. Subdued. It's still making its way toward them, but it looks lost, like a fawn trying to walk on new legs.

Until another man comes from an adjoining hallway, and bashes its head in with a baseball bat.

It's a solid hit, and the thing goes down almost immediately. The man, the new one, gives another swing, and another, and a few more, for good measure. His bat is slick with something dark and oily. And then the thing is still.

It's quiet for a second, two, then-

"Excellent timing as always, dear." The staticy click of the first man's voice is gone. He sounds out of breath, even though he hardly moved.

The second man laughs, and the cold and the fog seems to fade with it. He's bigger than the first man, taller. He's wearing a bomber jacket over a nondescript t-shirt, fingerless gloves and jeans frayed at the edges. Like he just walked out of an action movie. Or a horror movie. With the thing laying at his feet, the second might be more fitting.

"That was cutting it a little close, Jon. We knew it was with the Stranger, that it could fight you off-"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Martin. That's what the bat is for, after all. The Lonely was probably a bit overkill, though."

"It's not overkill if we don't get ourselves maimed, Jon-"

The first man - Jon, apparently - turns to her then. His face is scarred, and dark shadows hang under oddly bright green eyes. But his gaze isn't unkind as he looks down at her.

"Sorry, are you alright? I was hoping we could take care of this when everyone was gone, but-" He laughs darkly. "Well, I was in university once, I should have known at least one student would still be here in the middle of the night, even on the weekend."

The man going by Martin walks over, as Jon extends a hand to help her up. She's lost all hope of her brain trying to process what's happening but step one can at least be get off the floor. But she can't even do that properly. The hand she raises is the same one she fell on, and the twinge from her wrist shoots up her arm almost immediately in a shout for attention.

It must show on her face too, because Jon makes a sound and then Martin's asking her, "Oh, are you hurt?"

"Uh, n-no, I mean…'s just, uh, my wrist. Kinda, fell on it funny." Her voice isn't exactly steady, but it's a far cry from where she was expecting it to be. At least she's orbiting the realm of comprehensible.

Martin crouches next to her. Up close she can see his face in more detail - his eyes are a slate grey, like the fog from before. But they're kind, wrinkled at the edges when he smiles softly at her. "Mind if I take a look?"

She's not exactly in a position to say no, so she gingerly holds her arm out. His hands are rough, calloused, but surprisingly gentle as they probe her wrist. She can't stop the trembling, now, completely unrelated to the pain.

"It's a sprain." Jon says, laced with certainty somewhere above her.

Martin sighs, long-suffering. "Thank you, Jon, I was getting to that."

"Just trying to help." She can't see him, but she can practically hear the cheeky smile tacked to the end of that sentence.

"As much as I hate saying it, he's right." Martin eyes her with something close to humor, like they're in on a joke together. He shrugs a backpack off of his shoulders, rummages through it with one hand. "I think we have some elastic bandages left for something like this…"

"Front pocket." Jon says again. He's moved closer to the thing, the corpse, it must be, now. He's turned away from her, and she can't see his face.

"Thank you, love."

"Of course."

"Um-" She cuts in suddenly, her nerves and panic getting the best of her. Martin looks up from her hand, and Jon turns back to glance at her.

"Sorry, uh, I just- what the fuck was that?"

"I'd tell you not to worry yourself over it, but I don't think that's much of an answer." Jon says, coming back towards them. He crouches down before he continues. "Let's just say this is...our day job."

"It is three in the morning, though."

"That would be the, colloquial use of the term, Martin."

"Just saying." With Martin in front of her she can actually see the cheeky grin, this time.

He uses the bandage to wrap her wrist. It smarts a bit, but the pressure helps. He's clearly adept enough to do this and talk at the same time, because he cuts in next. "We're here to make sure things like that-" he gestures with a nod of his head. "-don't hurt anyone."

Her mouth is full of sawdust. "W- what, like, monsters and shit?" She always did swear a lot when she was stressed.

"More or less."

"If it's any consolation," Jon says. "These things aren't exactly...common. You have to have a special kind of luck to run into something like this."

Yeah, luck.

He sighs, then. He looks tired. "I'm so sorry. If it means anything. This isn't the kind of thing you'll be able to just forget, or-"

"That's why we're here." Martin cuts in. He's finished with her wrist, neatly wrapped and held in place with little wire clips. "To try to stop stuff like this from happening, before it happens. Sorry we were late."

It's not a stretch to imagine what would have happened if they hadn't shown up even later, or not at all. But it's something she will try very, very hard not to think about.

She swallows. "I guess...thank you, then."

"Of course."

The adrenaline and sudden lack thereof leaves her with a jittery exhaustion deep in her core. But she has so many questions, how could she not-

A chill, and a rush of wind and waves hit her before she can get another word out. It's gone as quickly as it had come, so much so she thinks she imagined it. But suddenly, she's alone.

The men going by Jon and Martin and the misshapen corpse of that thing are gone. The hall is just as it had been before, dim lights and freshly polished tile. No sign of anything, or anyone. Except for her.

She knows with crushing certainty that it wasn't a dream. Couldn't be a dream. But she knows that's what people will tell her. So she says nothing. She says nothing, and hopes nothing ever leads her to cross paths with those two ever again.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma fics #my writing #wrote this at 4 in the morning and realized i actually vibed w it so here we are

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years ago

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Hey lovely! Love your fics really they make me smile every time I read them, and especially the dad!witcher ones. Can I request a witcher!dads prompt where their kids go on their first date? Some protective/embarrassing dad content?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to babe!!!

Lambert

“Do you have to do that at the table?”

Lambert glanced up at you, only briefly tearing his eyes away from the sword in his lap to get a good look at you.

You stood on the other side of the table, one hand on your hip and your brows raised.

“Yeah.” He dragged the whetstone along the blade, then put the whetstone on the table to examine the weapon.

“Sometimes I think the girls listen more than you do.” You sighed. “Well, Raina at least.”

“That's because Raina is a good kid.”

“And Eva?”

“Takes after her old man.” Lambert grinned. “Where is she anyways? Haven’t seen her all day.”

“Busy.” You answered, smiling just a little.

Your youngest was getting ready for her first date. You weren’t trying to keep it from Lambert, but Eva didn’t want him to know until the very last minute. If he knew any sooner, he’d find out who her date was and harass them.

Just as you turned to go back to the dough on the counter you were kneading, there was a knock at the front door.

“Oh! I’ll get it!” You started to wipe your hands off on a rag but Lambert stood up, shaking his head.

“I got it.”

The witcher left his weapons on the table and went to the front door. He pulled it open, holding the door open just enough so that whoever it was that had knocked could only see the witcher.

A tall and lanky young man with shaggy dark hair stood on the front step of the home.

“Who the hell are you?” Lambert asked, brows drawing together. It was a rarity that strangers came to his home. Those in town knew a witcher lived at the cottage on a dead end dirt road. They did their best to avoid him at all costs. There was no reason for strangers to come to his home unless they were looking for trouble.

“I'm here for Eva.” The lad spoke, his voice only wavering a little. His tone was deep and Lambert couldn’t help but tense up. The voice did not belong to the tall skeleton standing before him.

You peered over Lambert’s shoulder, placing your hand on his arm.

“The fuck did you just say?” Lambert took a step forward, thinking this man was some sort of threat to his precious youngest daughter.

“Easy, Lambert.” You told him. “This is Milan. He's here to take Eva on a little date. Come inside please, Milan.”

You pulled your husband from the door and opened it wider so that it would be more welcoming to Milan.

“Date?” Lambert repeated, wide golden eyes finding you.

“Yes. A date.” You rubbed his arm. “Milan, why don’t you have a seat at the table? I’ll go see if Eva is ready for you.”

Milan nodded and shuffled to the kitchen table. His eyes grew large and filled with terror at the sight of the two large swords on the table.

“Lambert?” You said your husband’s name, hoping to take his attention off of Milan.

The witcher was glaring at the young man with all he had, silently threatening to end his life if he so much as breathed the wrong way.

“Lambert.” You repeated his name a little more sternly this time.

He turned his head to you but said nothing.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

“I got to finish this.” He gestured to his swords and started to move towards the table. Your hand clasped his wrist, stopping him from getting too far away from you.

You pulled him closer to you, looking up at him.

“Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” He huffed and tried to walk away again. Your hand grabbed the front of his shirt this time.

“I mean it, Lambert.” You told him, speaking low enough so that only he could hear you. “Eva likes him a lot.”

“Why the hell didn’t she tell me about him then? And a date-!”

“Because she knew how you’d get, Lambert.” You cut him off. “You immediately jump to intimidating anyone she’s interested in! And the poor lad she tried to court last time, you scared him off with threats!”

“If any man truly likes Eva and wants to be with her, then he won’t be scared away by me.”

“You’re a witcher, Lambert.” You brought your hand up to his cheek. “And you make it a point to let everyone know.”

“Cause I don’t want anyone messing with me or my girls.” He grumbled.

“I know you mean well, love, but try to be nice to Milan.” You murmured, leaning up on your toes to kiss him.

“Fine.” He muttered out, yellow eyes briefly flickering over to Milan.

You left the kitchen, heading down the hallway to Eva’s room.

Lambert watched you go, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Then he turned his head to look at Milan, sighing heavily through his nose.

“How long have you, uh, known Eva?” Lambert moved to the table, not caring to sit down. He picked up one of his swords and examined it, making sure to move the blade just right so Milan could see the sharpness.

“A couple weeks, sir.” Milan answered, clearing his throat. “Raina actually introduced us.”

“How do you know Raina?”

“Merilda is my sister.”

Merilda was Raina’s best friend.

“How long have you known Merilda?”

Milan furrowed his brows together and opened his mouth to speak but he decided against it at the last minute.

Lambert shook his head, mentally cursing at himself.

“You ever worked with a sword before, Melon?”

“I-I have. And um, it’s-it’s Milan.”

“That’s what I said.” Lambert twisted the sword around expertly. “What’s your guild, Melon?”

“Armorer. Hoping to take over my father’s business when he can no longer work.”

“Armorer.” The witcher repeated, bringing his sword down to slice through air as if he was striking down an enemy. “Not a bad trade, Melon.”

“Milan.”

“Bless you.” Lambert gripped his sword tighter and moved towards the table, eyes falling on Milan. “Where are you taking my daughter, Melon?”

“She-She, er, She told me not to tell you, sir.”

“Dad, put that away.”

He turned his head to see you and Eva entering the room.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Lambert smiled at her. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a white blouse that was tucked in. Lambert had never been more happy that she didn’t like wearing dresses. “You look very pretty. What’s the special occasion?”

Eva rolled her eyes at him and then looked at Milan, who was smiling at her.

“Hello, Milan.”

“Eva.”

“Where are you going for this, uh, date?” Lambert asked, setting his sword against the table as he crossed his arms.

“I’m not telling you.” Eva said. “Mom knows.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because you’ll come bug us or send Uncle Geralt or Uncle Jaskier after us.”

It was Lambert’s turn to roll his eyes.

“You two should get going.” You said, moving to stand beside your husband. “Wouldn’t want you to be late.”

“Come on, Milan.” Eva gestured for him to follow her to the door.

“Be safe, Eva.” Lambert told her, then his eyes found Milan. “Don’t do anything stupid, Melon.”

You gave him a smile and patted his arm as he passed you.

As soon as the door closed behind Milan, Lambert turned to you.

“Where are they going?”

Eskel

Eskel sat at the kitchen table, helping you to get dinner ready by peeling potatoes. Every now and again, he’d look up at you to admire you. You hummed softly and moved with such an elegance he couldn’t help but watch you.

One of the times, you caught his gaze, eyes meeting. The smile on his lips widened a little and one grew on your lips.

“You better watch what you’re doing before you cut yourself, mister.” You told him.

“Hard to focus on anything when you’re over there looking so damn pretty.”

You couldn’t help but blush. Even after all the years you’d been together, after having a daughter together, he still flirted with you as if you were courting.

“Mom!” Nadia called for you from her room.

“Coming, love!” You wiped your hands off on a rag and moved around the table.

As you were passing Eskel, you paused to give him a quick kiss.

He watched you leave, eyes lingering on where he last saw you before he went back to the potato in his hand.

He tried not to listen in on your conversation with Nadia, but it was hard to tune you both out.

“I just need help with this. Can’t get the laces tied on my own.”

“You look so beautiful, love.” You complimented her.

“Mom.” Nadia gushed, sighing softly.

There was some grunting and sounds of curses slipping from Nadia’s lips.

“You don’t have to wear this, love.”

“I know, but Oliver will like it.”

The knife in Eskel’s hand slipped and the blade caught the side of his thumb. He cursed as blood seeped from the burning wound and he stood up to reach across the table and retrieve a rag.

A few moments passed before you returned to the kitchen. Nadia was right behind you, messing with her dress.

“What did you do to your hand, Eskel?” You asked him, noticing that he held the rag tightly around his thumb.

“Uh, the, um, the damn knife slipped.” He explained, shaking his head. “It’ll be fine in an hour or so.”

His eyes flickered to Nadia, smiling softly. She was in a soft blue dress with capped sleeves and a few white ribbons along the center of the torso part.

“You look beautiful, love. Any, um, any reason to dress up so nicely?”

“I’m meeting with a few friends in town.” She explained, moving into the kitchen to inspect what it was you two were cooking.

“And there’s going to be a boy there that she fancies.” You added, giggling softly.

“He’s just-He’s a friend!” Nadia insisted.

“A friend that you want to dress up for.”

“Mom!”

“Are you going to be with a group of friends? With other people?” Eskel asked, glancing down to his hand as he pulled the rag off of it. The bleeding had stopped.

“Well, I think so. At least for the beginning part.” Nadia leaned against a chair. “But it’s sort of…. We have a date. He’s taking me to the lake to ice skate.”

“That sounds like fun.” You said.

Eskel shifted in his seat, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Nadia?”

“Yes, daddy?”

“If, uh…. You know if he does anything or-or even implies anything that makes you, uh, makes you uncomfortable….” Eskel trailed off, yellow eyes looking to you for guidance. You smiled at him, giving him a little nod to encourage him to continue. Eskel shifted in his seat and ran his hand over his face. “He does anything that you don’t like, don’t hesitate to leave, okay?”

“Oh, I know, daddy. Oliver is a gentleman. He’s so sweet!”

“Yeah.” Eskel nodded his head. He leaned forward in his chair, looking down at his hands as he shook his head. “You’re young. You’re sixteen. You need to take certain-certain precautions, you know, when it comes to having a…. a boyfriend.”

Nadia's cheeks flushed and she looked down, unable to look her father in the eyes as he tried to have this conversation with her.

“I’m not stupid. I know you’ll do things that-that one would do with their…. partner. Kids your age are curious. You-You do things without, um, without knowing or thinking about the things that come with those…. curiosities. You have to be smart-be smart about it.”

Eskel paused for a moment, needing to think about what to say next, but there was a knock at the door that stopped him from continuing.

“Oh! That must be him!” Nadia perked up, almost breathing a sigh of relief.

“Have fun tonight, love.” You hugged her and kissed her forehead.

“And be safe.” Eskel added, standing to his feet so he could properly hug her.

“I will.”

He watched her slip out of the house, sighing when the door closed.

“I had the talk with her on her birthday.”

Eskel looked at you, eyes widening.

“You-You did?”

You nodded, bringing your hand up to cover the laugh that was about to escape.

“Why would you let me make a fool out of myself?”

“Because you were so adorable.” You moved towards him, bringing your hands up to his arms. “You did amazing!”

He groaned, leaning his head down to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m glad you find me stumbling over my words adorable.”

“I find so much more about you adorable than just that.” You kissed him softly. “Now come on. We need to finish dinner so that we can go to bed early.”

You patted his chest and moved away from him.

Geralt

“Mom, how does this look?” Lana moved into the kitchen to show off the dark purple dress she wore.

“You look-,”

“Oh, Lana. Bram cut you off, feigning a frown. He sat next to Geralt near the fireplace. The two had been discussing their plans for the next day which involved hunting. “You shouldn’t try so hard for this boy. No amount of fixing up could prepare him for seeing your ugly-,”

Geralt hit Bram’s arm with the back of his hand.

“Ouch!”

“Be nice to your sister.” Geralt told him, his eyes falling on to Lana.

“Fuck off, Bram. You’re just mad because I’ve got someone who likes me and no one would ever dream about courting you.”

“Lana! Watch your mouth!”

You laughed quietly, doing your best to hide the smile on your lips.

“So, mom? What do you think of my dress?” Lana held the skirt and twirled around to show the clothing off.

“I think that purple is a beautiful color on you, darling.” You smiled at her. “Is Kristoff coming in to say hello?”

Lana frowned, shoulders slumping as she messed with the material of her skirt.

“Does he have to?”

“Yes.” Geralt answered quickly, eyes flickering to you for a moment. “I’d like to meet him before you go off and spend the evening with him.”

“But daddy! You’re just going to scare him away!”

“You aren’t going anywhere unless I meet this boy, Lana.”

Lana huffed and went to her room.

“Perhaps you could be a little more friendly when he arrives, darling.” You glanced over to your husband.

His brow furrowed together and he scowled.

Bram cackled, earning a brief glare from his father.

“I am friendly.”

You hummed softly, turning your attention back to the cut in Bram’s trousers you were trying to fix.

You finished and placed the trousers on the table.

“Bram, come put these in your room. And if you bust a hole in the knee again, I’m going to make you sew it yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, mom.”

You watched him disappear down the hallway, then you turned your head to Geralt.

“Promise me, Geralt.”

“I have no intentions of scaring Lana’s…. date off.”

You sighed.

“Someone’s coming.” Geralt pushed himself to his feet and moved towards the front door.

You were quicker, surprisingly, and held the door shut just as he reached for the knob.

“Let me answer it and be a friendly smile while you glare from behind me, cause I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Geralt nodded. He could do that.

So you pulled the door open to greet the boy.

“You must be Kristoff!” You smiled brightly. “Please, come in!”

He smiled back at first, but then his eyes caught sight of Geralt and he swallowed thickly.

You gently pushed Geralt back to give Kristoff enough room to enter.

“Hi, Kristoff!” Lana chirped as she moved into the main room.

“Hello, Lana.” He smiled at her, nodding his head once.

“Bye, mom, dad.” Lana gave you both a hug before heading towards the door.

“I’d like a word with…. Kristoff.” Geralt stopped them just as Lana was getting to the door.

Lana looked at you, begging you to stop her father.

“Come along, Lana.” You held your hand out for her. “We will wait in the kitchen.”

Lana did as told, going with you to the kitchen.

“Let’s step outside.” Geralt suggested.

Kristoff left the house first, then Geralt followed, closing the door behind himself.

“I won’t keep you long.” Geralt started, yellow eyes flickering around to inspect his yard before his gaze settled on the boy. “If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter, I will cut each finger off and feed them to my dog. If harm befalls my daughter, I will take you deep into the woods behind my home and leave you tied to a tree. Within three days, you’ll be dead. It may be wolves, or the elements that get you…. Or it could be the monsters that lurk in the woods. The very ones I hunt.”

Kristoff was breathing quickly, scared and frightened.

Geralt put on an all too fake smile and roughly clapped his hand down on Kristoff’s shoulder, jolting the young man.

“Good chat.”

He turned and went back into his home.

“Bye, daddy.” Lana put her hand on his arm as she passed him.

Geralt moved to the window to watch the two walk down the dirt road.

“What did you tell him?” You asked, grinning a little as you came to stand next to him. “That you’d feed him to the dog we don’t have?”

He had used that threat before.

“Something like that.”

#dad!witchers #dad!geralt #dad!eskel #dad!lambert #kacey answers #havenoffandoms

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skyeofloxlay · 4 years ago

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(WV) Pietro Maximoff x Reader - Help of hidden powers

I usually criticize myself a lot, so anything that is not perfect (in my opinion) I end up giving up, but this time I wanted to try to break that barrier that often prevents me from writing, so I just let it go. I'm sorry if it sucks.

Sorry if it has English errors or are confused, let me know if you find something wrong.

(And I didn't know if that agent's name was Jamie, James, Jimmy, so I left it as Jamie, I'm sorry if I got it wrong ._.)

(y/n) = Your name

(y/f/n) = Your full name

Summary

(Y/n) is a person with superpowers, she has extraordinary powers, but unfortunately she was not born to be a superhero and save humanity, but that doesn’t mean she’s a villain, she just decided to stay out and not use her powers, no matter if it was for good or bad, she just didn't want to get involved. And was she wrong to make that choice? Just because she had powers did she have to use them and be a superhero?

But this time, she was found by an old friend who needed her help, even if she didn't want it, she has a mission now, stopping Wanda and her sitcom.

Will she be able to stop Wanda and save people trapped in the sitcom? But what about when she finds her first boyfriend that is supposed to be dead? How to pretend to be a sitcom actress and not let Wanda find out why she is there? Will things work out in the end?

(I'm not the best at making summaries, I need to improve this)

Word count: 2268

Warnings: I think none? Maybe spoilers?

Wanda has gone too far with her sitcom program, kidnapped an entire city with people to be citizens, took Vision's body and resurrected it in some way, raised her own children and somehow resurrected her brother, in addition to now having increased her barrier, someone has to do something to stop it all.

Through contacts, Monica and Jamie find someone who can help them, someone who has been hiding in the shadows for years, someone who can help end it all.

Jamie and Monica have just arrived at the meeting point, and a 28-year-old woman emerges from the shadows of trees, she was wearing a black tank top and jeans jacket, she was wearing leggings, and she wore blue sneakers with no laces, but what caught attention the most is that she wore a necklace and two bracelets on each wrist, all these accessories seemed simple, made with leather cords and each one had a single stone, each with a different color, she looked nothing more than being someone normal.

- So, are you (y/f/n)? - Jamie asked the woman in front of him, who nodded positively but hesitantly.

A friend, or if you can call it that, maybe more to old acquaintances? Went to find (y/n) and told about the whole story of what was going on, and that they needed her.

- Are you the agents of the sword? - (y / n) asked the two strangers in front of her.

- Yes, we are. - Monica replied firmly. - I believe that whoever contacted you already told you about the whole situation.

- I think so. Wanda created a world of sitcom, kidnapped a lot of people to be the population of Westview, took the body of the Vision that was in the Sword and resurrected him, also had twin children and now apparently has revived her brother Pietro.

- Yeah, it seems to me that you really know things. - Jamie exclaimed, impressed by the amount of things that woman knew.

- And how exactly do you expect me to end this? What exactly do you know about me?

- Enough to know that you could easily defeat Thanos if you were a real heroine. - (y / n) looked at the floor, understanding what Monica meant.

- But I guarantee that I'm not a villain, I just don't think I can help people when I can destroy more than save. - (y / n) argued why she shouldn't be a hero when her powers could save thousands, in fact billions of people.

- It is better not to waste any more time on this, Wanda is there and we need you to go in there, talk to her and make her end this. - Monica guided while pointing to them to go to the car that was not far from there.

- I didn't want to say anything, but I've heard of some attempts by Sword, and I think that talking or threatening her won't do any good. - (y / n) said while walking and opening the back door of the car.

- And you have a better idea? - Asked Monica.

- I can't say that I have yet, but if talking to her didn't work before, why would it work now? - After thinking for a few seconds, (y / n) answers the sword agent's question.

- Because you dated Pietro, you were close to Wanda, you must know more about her than we do. - Jamie replied looking back, since he was in the passenger seat, it was okay for him to look.

- Just because I dated Pietro, it doesn't necessarily mean that I was close to Wanda. - (y / n) said in a lower tone, remembering painful things from the past.

The three ended up being silent in the car until they reached the barrier.

- So we're here. - Jamie said pointing to the giant red barrier.

- It seems so. - (y / n) replied looking at the barrier in more detail, how did Wanda have powers for that?

- You already know what to do. - Monica said, and (y / n) nodded, and took a deep breath.

- I think I do. - And so she took a step forward and started to cross the barrier. It was difficult at first, but she managed to cross the barrier without harming herself.

She looked around, and realized she was close to some circus place? And then she looked at herself and realized that she was wearing the same clothes.

"If I'm right, it’s the 2000s, maybe it’s better to blend in with the style here”

Upon snapping her fingers, her outfit changed to jeans that were wider at the ankles, wore a shod clog on her feet and had a white shirt that was too short and tight for her taste, and her hair had some white and blue highlights .

"It's certainly not my style, but I think I can disguise myself as such."

When walking (with a few stumbles) through the amusement park, she noticed that there were only employees there, that they only did the same things? It's like they're bugged. It was very strange, but for now she had to pursue her goal, to find Wanda. It shouldn't be hard to find, since she would probably have some kind of energy around her.

"Come on (y / n), you can do this, you're just a little rusty."

(y / n) moves her left hand, where her bracelet with the aquamarine stone stayed and presses her index and middle finger on her temple, the stone began to emit a blue glow, focusing on auras, in a short time she could already see a very strong scarlet aura, probably from Wanda. By locating Wanda's aura, she can also see 4 other auras, 2 were very fast, 1 resembled Wanda's, and a different one, an aura that was not of a human, was probably Vision.

Knowing where these 5 auras were, (y / n) with her right hand where the moonstone bracelet was located, she made a portal, which made the stone emit a light that changed faintly between white, blue and yellow, and so she was there, very close to the Maximoff's house, but a place where no one would notice her.

Arriving on the street, she passed some people who acted in a strange way, and when crossing the street, she was at the door of the Maximoff's house, (y / n) could hear voices and screams animated by something.

"Come on (y / n) act like you're really a sitcom actress"

[Meanwhile, on the other side of the barrier…]

Jamie and Monica were on the other side of the barrier, still looking for other ways to break the barrier in case (y / n) failed in her mission. Both were watching the sitcom on a television they had gotten.

- Has she appeared yet? - Monica asked Jamie, who shook his head negatively.

- Not yet. Will she be able to get there?

Monica just responded with a shrug, turning her attention to the television when she heard the doorbell at Wanda's house ring.

- Are we waiting for someone? - Vision asks to no one in particular.

- Well, not that I know of. - Wanda replies, while Pietro and Tommy said "I'll get it!"

And when they open the door, (y / n) appears and in the background you can hear the sounds of shouting and clapping, celebrating her appearance.

- (y / n)? Is it really you?? - Pietro asks incredulously when he sees that woman in front of him.

- Yes, it's me. - (y / n) stutters slightly, but nothing very noticeable, and smiles at the man who answered the door.

Pietro, who seemed to be very excited, runs a few times around the house before hugging (y / n) tightly, which made (y / n) feel emotional and also feel suffocated by the grip of her former boyfriend.

But the moment is spoiled with Vision clearing his throat and asking.

- Sorry to ruin the moment between you, but who exactly are you? - Vision points in the direction of (y / n)

- I am (y / f / n), I am-

- My girlfriend - Pietro replies before the woman can finish and puts one of his arms around her waist.

- I mean, I was Pietro's girlfriend. - (y / n) feels embarrassed by the display of affection in front of other people, and gently removes Pietro's arm.

- Cool! - Billy and Tommy say, and start asking several questions to the woman who had unexpectedly shown up at their home. "Where are you from?" "How old are you?" "How did you meet Uncle Pietro?" "Why aren't you his girlfriend anymore?"

- Boys, please don't ask so many questions. - Vision scolds the boys, and takes them inside, leaving Wanda alone with Pietro e (y / n).

Wanda, who until that moment looked like "What's going on here?" finally decides to say something.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, it's a long story, but… after I finished my studies at college, a colleague of mine had said that she knew where Pietro currently lives, and I thought about visiting, because… I missed him.

(y / n) explains, hoping to have been convincing enough, and trying to use her powers to be able to manipulate Pietro and Wanda's mind, so that what she had said would make sense in their memories.

- I don't remember that you went to study- Wanda started to question, but her question was cut by Pietro.

- Did you miss me?

- More than you can imagine. - In the background there are sounds from the audience saying "Awww"

The two look at each other and approach to kiss, but are interrupted by Billy and Tommy who say "Ewww, they are going to kiss", which makes the audience laugh, and makes Pietro and (y / n) ashamed.

The events go on, (y / n) is invited to enter the house, she exchanges looks with Pietro, Billy and Tommy are chattering, Wanda and Vision are confused with what is happening, until Billy asks if (y / n) could go to the amusement park together with them, Pietro says "Of course," Vision said "For me, it's okay" and Wanda was apprehensive, but in the end she said it was okay.

When it gets dark, there they are in the amusement park, the children together with the bigger child Pietro were very excited, mainly to win in the games that were there.

Pietro obviously won several because of his powers, so he gave several stuffed animals to (y / n) who absolutely loved stuffed animals, but was a little lost with all the rush. Of course, Pietro also took a lot of cotton candy, and shared some with his nephews.

- Billy and Tommy, could you go with your mom and dad and leave me and (y / n) alone for a few minutes? - Pietro asked his nephews, and they stated, disappearing quickly using Tommy's powers.

- So, I- The two spoke at the same time, and ended up laughing at the coincidence.

- You can talk first. - (y / n) smiled after giving Pietro permission to speak, who smiled in response.

- So, I was thinking, I know it's been a long time since we dated, but I still love you very much, and I wonder if you'd like to date me again, if you want to.

(y / n) froze for a brief moment, and looked away before answering.

- Pietro, I- Before she could answer, Pietro runs to who knows where, and when he comes back, he is wearing a suit and has a bouquet of red roses in his hands, he knelt and smiled, besides saying a " please ", (y / n) took the bouquet and said.

- Pietro, I ... I'm just afraid that everything will happen like the last time. - She looked away with tears from him for a few seconds and when she saw Pietro again, she saw him full of gunshot wounds and lifeless eyes, which only made the urge to cry increase, she looked away and could no longer avoid the tears to fall.

- It won't happen, I promise. - Pietro approaches (y / n), placing one hand on her waist and the other on her face, wiping tears from her face. Pietro approaches his face to (y / n), about to kiss her, but she interrupts him before he can do.

- I think it's still a little early for that. - (y / n) puts her free hand on Pietro's chest, it was possible to see that he seemed to be disappointed, but he somehow understood what she meant by that.

- Does that mean that…

- No, no, I mean ... I want to date you, Pietro, I just think it's better not to rush things, you know? - Pietro smiled and stated shaking his head. (y / n) separated a little from Pietro and looked at the big circus tent. - I think we better get in before we miss the show.

- Well, that's no problem. - He smiled widely and in seconds Pietro and (y / n) were in the tent, sitting next to Wanda, Vision, Tommy and Billy.

The show went on, until it was time for everyone to return home, and Pietro insisted that (y / n) go along with them, she said she didn't want to disturb them, but said she would be back the next day.

When she leaves, the credits show up, and Jamie and Monica don't know what would happen to (y / n), well at least until the next episode starts.

(y / n) actually didn’t know exactly where she could stay, so she just went to a distant part of the city with her powers to create portals, and where had nothing, she created a small house, but enough to be able to spend the night , but unfortunately for her, she couldn't sleep, because she kept thinking about the past, her powers, in Pietro, how it all started.

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff #marvel #MCU #WandaVision

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connorspiracy · 4 years ago

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Here Comes Santa Claws || Connor & Sasha

TIMING: Just before Christmas PARTIES: @connorspiracy and @sasha-r-blog CONTENT: N/A SUMMARY: Connor has a run-in with The Claw

Connor hadn’t been out of the hospital for long before he was right back out in the fray. Bug bite. Temporarily paralytic. Typical White Crest shit. It wore off within an hour or two and they’d kept him one night for observation, but he’d been back home the next day, and back out filming the next night. All in all, it’d been a fairly uneventful night. Not too common in White Crest, but it happened sometimes. He’d been heading back to his car when he passed the two drunk college bros in santa hats, probably on the way home from a Christmas party or something.

“Heyyy,” one of them slurred. “Are you a film student? Can I be in your movie?”

Apparently, it must have been the best joke ever, because they both started laughing. Connor took a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head.

“Nah, mate. Battery’s dead anyway,” he lied.

“Oh, come on,” the other one said, winking. “Is it, y’know, a dirty movie? We won’t tell anyone.”

Connor was a pretty jovial dude, but some people were really fucking annoying. He sighed. “No, documentary, but I gotta get home anyway. Have a good night, lads.”

He kept walking, but felt a hand grab his shoulder.

“Come on. Don’t be a dick.” One of them grabbed at the camera, snatching it from his hands and starting to record themselves. “Hey, battery isn’t dead, you’re full of shit.”

Sasha’s night hadn’t gone very successfully, which sucked, but wasn’t that surprising. People were out and about, but nothing criminal or suspicious or even vaguely interesting had happened within the last few hours. Sasha has been keeping a lookout of the streets from the roof of a building, but as her eyes grew bleary she thought it would probably be best to just pack it in for the night. She had a project for class she had to work on anyways. Though if she was being honest with herself she was probably just going to make some hot chocolate and go to sleep once she was back.

Climbing down the sides of the building, she ducked into an alley to get changed. She brought a pair of jeans and a sweater, enough to cover the spandex while she tucked the rest of her costume back into her backpack. But before she could even start taking off her mask, she heard some sort of commotion. Well, maybe less of a commotion and more of a disturbance. Shouldering her bag again she listened. Three voices. Two sounded like assholes, to be blunt. Also maybe drunk. And what they were saying didn’t sound like it was going in a good direction for whoever the third person was.

Okay, so maybe tonight wouldn’t be so uneventful after all.

Sasha crept through the other end of the alley, towards the noise. And as she peaked out onto the street she could see the three of them about ten feet away. How hard could it be to take down two drunk frat bros? Maybe they’d even be scared off before they got themselves hurt by the justice of The Claw.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Sasha tried to be menacing, amber eyes flashing as she tried to do a half hunched, crouch thing, something that looked like a tiger about to lunge. It looked cool in her head at least.

“I don’t think that camera belongs to you. How about you hand that back before you regret it.”

“Guess it has a little juice left,” Connor answered, grabbing for the camera. The other men were larger than him. He’d always been on the smaller side, a matter that didn’t especially bother him except when it came to people not believing his I.D. was real when he was trying to get a drink. Now, though, it was annoying to be unable to reach. “Give it back, dude. It’s expensive.”

“Expensive?” One of them mocked. “Aw, the widdle baby needs his expensive camera back? Did mommy and daddy get it for you, Prince William?” The words prompted more laughter from both frat bros and Connor rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. You should be on the improv team. Now if I could just--”

Before the conversation could go any further, he caught sight of the fourth person, a young woman in a domino mask with glowing yellow eyes who stepped out from the alley. One of the men almost dropped the camera in response, causing Connor’s heart to jump into his throat.

“Please, please don’t let ‘em drop it…” he begged of the stranger, and one of them shoved the camera into Connor’s chest so hard it sent him stumbling backwards.

“Whoa, nice costume,” one of the bros said. “Girl, you know it’s not Halloween any more.”

“I’m aware.” Sasha wanted that to sound cool, threatening, unaffected. Too bad she couldn’t keep the offense from her voice. “This isn’t some costume party, so why don’t you get out of here and leave that guy alone.”

She tried her best to stare down the guy who had spoken to her, but curiosity kept making her glance back at the other guy, shorter than the two meatheads and clearly in need of help. From the sounds of it that camera was expensive, good thing she had heard the trouble before these jerks broke it or ran off with it. It was almost more annoying that they seemed to just be random drunk college students. She was expecting to find some hardened criminal with a gun or knife looking to threaten a man for his money, not some dude bro assholes just starting trouble for the sake of it.

So could anyone really blame her if she wanted to show off just a little? Just like, a little warning shot. Just so they knew she meant business and didn’t get any ideas about harassing more people tonight, or commenting on their costume.

With surprising speed Sasha rushed up to the closest dude and reached for his collar. Didn’t matter that he was a good several inches taller than her and bulky, she knew she could lift him if she got a good grip.

Honestly, Connor was just glad someone was helping him out and stopping his camera from being shattered on the frosty pavement. The guy had left it rolling, and Connor saw no need to correct that as he gazed on. He was intrigued to see what might happen. Size wasn’t necessarily an indication of strength or prowess. Rio was pretty much the scrawniest guy in the world, and he had hunter strength, but surely the guys wouldn’t try and fight her, right?

“Oh, piss off,” one of them scoffed, gathering up a snowball to throw at her, only before he could let loose, the stranger cleared the distance between them almost as if by magic, hoisting the man off his feet. The snow crumpled in his hand and fell to the ground, and his friend let out a yelp.

“Yo, what the hell, lady? We were just goofing around. Put him down!”

It wasn’t visible under her toothy face mask, but Sasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched the dude she lifted up stare down at her. Shock, confusion, a bit of fear. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have insulted my costume.

“What the fuck!” The dude was squirming, so probably a good idea actually let go. Soon he’d start punching or kicking to get free and Sasha wasn’t planning on a full on fight unless she needed to. Still holding the one man by his collar she turned towards the other who was sporting a similar look of confusion. Why shouldn’t he be a little more freaked out too?

So Sasha threw the one dude at the other. Okay, well, tried to. Even with super strength, it turns out full on throwing a full grown man isn’t easy. The guy got more roughly pushed backwards than anything, slipping on the slightly icy sidewalk and falling shoulder first into his friend, losing his hat in the process. Maybe not as dramatic as it could have been, but she threw in another flash on amber eyes to make up for that.

The two nearly toppled to the ground together, but managed to right themselves. Pretty impressive, considering they were drunk. After a moment of getting his bearings the dude huffed out; “This lady’s either crazy or on something, let’s go.” Despite this being a really great plan on the dude’s part, the friend that hadn’t gotten picked up stared Sasha down. His eyes were still confused, but the shock was wearing off and Sasha could see his jaw clench. But the other dude tugged his arm to get him moving.

“You’re a fucking weirdo. You’re lucky I don’t punch chicks.” The lingering guy said, before finally following his friend, shouldering past the guy with the camera.

Sasha watched them leave, heart pounding in her chest still from the adrenaline, before turning toward the camera guy. Crap, okay, she needed some cool line now. Like “Have no fear citizen!” but less dorky.

“Are you okay?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth on the spot.

"You're lucky she didn't punch you," Connor scoffed at the departing dudebro, feeling a little braver now that he'd just had his honour defended by White Crest's own Black Panther. He caught his breath, letting the waves of adrenaline calm a little. The fight or flight was gone. Connor wasn't freaked out. Not in the least. The altercation with the frat boys had been less than ideal, but the sheer exhilaration of meeting this young woman had replaced any fear or concern that might have been hanging around.

"Dude, that was... awesome!" Connor was practically vibrating out of his skin. Of all the bizarre things in White Crest he was morbidly excited about, it was rare to actually find one who wasn't out to kill or maim him. "Like, actually awesome. You... uh, you saved my arse." He gave a slight chuckle. He wasn't too proud to admit it. In fact, the idea of being saved by a super cool badass chick was kind of incredible. "What's, um, what's your name? I'm Connor."

Sasha stood up a bit taller at the praise. That had actually gone well! It hadn’t really hit her until the guy with the camera spoke. Sure, it was just two drunk dudes vs. superpowers but still, she had managed to scare them off and save someone. Without thinking she let out a surprised little chuckle and hoped it was muffled under her mask.

“I’m The Claw,” She said, her grin seeping into her voice. “Protector of White Crest. No need to thank me, it is my job to make sure the citizens of town are safe from criminals and people who want to harm others.”

Connor...why did that name sound familiar? As Sasha finished her introduction she remembered the guy she had spoken to online, the one who was into ghosts. Behind her mask her grin faltered. She guessed the town wasn’t big enough to completely avoid it, but she hadn’t expected to save someone she kinda knew.

“Were those people that you know? Do you feel safe heading to wherever you are heading?” She asked, trying to get back into the mindset of The Claw.

“The Claw,” he repeated, unable to break his gaze on her. A glimmer of recognition stirred in his chest, but not for the woman. It was recognition of a different nature. A spirit. Connor kept his eyes on her, trying to see her expression through the mask, as if that would give him any clue whether she was possessed or not. “That’s, um, very noble of you.” She definitely wasn’t acting anything like the spirit inside Nadia, or almost any other possession cases he’d come across, but not all possessions had to be malicious. Their effects harmed the host regardless.

“No, I never saw them before. I think they were heading back from a holiday party or something. I’m just…” He held up his camera. Not that she hadn’t seen it when she’d zoomed in like a Knight In Batman Armour to save his arse. “I was doing some filming, but, um… actually, do you wanna walk back to the car with me? I think it’d be best if we stick together.” He wasn’t scared, not really, but he wanted to keep her close for as long as possible, see if he could garner any more clues. “How long have you been, uh, protecting White Crest?”

Sasha paused for a beat longer than intended before responding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want those people to come back and try to hurt you again. Even if they were just being troublemakers in the moment, it is my duty to make sure you get back safe.”

She had intended to walk him back if he wanted her too and still did. But there was something uncanny about talking to Connor now the adrenaline was gone and she had recognized him. But she let him lead the way, eyes and ears peeled for if danger did show up.

She hadn’t expected the question either. Sure, superheroes get asked “who are you?” from the people they rescue all the time, but Sasha didn’t know what to do with Connor asking for details. She thought about lying for a second, saying something like “The Claw has always guarded this town,” but considering White Crest’s apparent track record with death and danger that lie would probably make her look bad.

“I only started protecting this town recently. I came when I thought it needed me most. And while those men were just drunken jerks, I’m glad I was able to help stop trouble tonight, however small.”

Was she laying it on too thick? She hadn’t exactly prepared a script for this sort of thing. She tried to keep looking straight ahead, as if somehow her nervousness would show through two layers of masks if she looked Connor in the eye.

Connor smiled to himself as he walked. She sounded like she was right out of the pages of one of the cornier Superman comics, but there was also something endearing about it. “If any town needs a bloody superhero, it’s this one,” he snickered. He could feel something spiritual about her, but it didn’t feel malicious. He felt drawn to her, a need to investigate beyond just the mere fact he’d seen her use super-strength.

“So do you have any other powers? Laser vision, telekinesis?” She almost definitely wasn’t going to answer, but hey, it was worth a shot. Connor rarely saw the need to keep his questions to himself. “Oh! Do you have, like, a Batsignal? A way people can call on you when they need you? Maybe a burner phone, although that would be less exciting.”

He was sure he’d caught some of her antics on camera, even though the footage probably wasn’t great thanks to being passed from one person to the other rather than held steadily. He couldn’t wait to look through it when he got back.

Sasha grinned. Superpowers, now that was something she could talk about easily.

“No laser vision, but I’m fully capable of defeating evil.” She brought up her hand, but paused for a moment. No, it was fine, she was still in costume and on duty after all, even if she was now just walking with Connor back to his car. And he didn’t seem to have any inkling of who she was.

In an instant sharp, pale colored claws sprouted from Sasha’s fingers. And sure, maybe being seen as cool by someone was going to her head a bit. But who could blame her? She let the quick flicker of amber that helped her see in the dark glow steady from her eyes, causing light to shine from behind her domino mask. The Claw probably looked awesome. Or at least Sasha hoped. When she had done it in the mirror it looked cool to her.

“No signal, just my eyes and ears to keep a lookout.” But maybe that wasn’t too bad of an idea. At least the burner phone idea seemed pretty reasonable, but it might ruin the mystique a bit. “I’ll have to look into ways to let people get in contact with me.”

“Well, love, you’ll probably find a lot of evil here,” Connor said simply, giving a laid back little chuckle. He’d heard horrific tales about some of the horrors White Crest held, and he’d seen many of them too. “Just be careful, yeah? Not all of ‘em can be defeated by super strength.” As impressive as it might have been.

He turned his gaze towards her, watching her hand as she brought forth a set of sharp claws. “Whoa!” Christ, he wished he still had his camera rolling. He should’ve worn that GoPro attachment Jasmine had got him, but foolishly, he’d put it in his backpack, thinking his filming was done for the night. Her eyes glowed like jewels in the darkness. “That’s amazing,” he said, in awe. He made a mental note to look through some of Rio’s books later to see if he could find anything about animal-like spirits giving people powers.

“Uh, this is me,” he said as they approached his black Jeep Renegade. “Thanks for the save. Hope you can use those powers of yours to find me again.”

“Thank you for the concern, I will keep that in mind.” Sasha retracted her claws and let the glow fade from her eye. Part of her wanted to argue, say confidently that nothing could really go up against her strength, agility, and claws. But she wasn’t that cocky, and there was something about the way everyone kept talking about White Crest that was starting to put her on edge. Yeah, the town felt weird, and the death rates didn’t lie, but it felt like everyone talked like they were dancing around something, as if telling a joke she wasn’t privy to, that she could never hope to get. She didn’t know how to feel about the chuckle as Connor spoke. What wasn’t she getting?

Maybe that is just what it was like, being in a new town. She’d have to make an effort to look around more, maybe even talk to people, despite how hard that felt without her mask on. It was so much easier to jump from building to building under the cover of night or talk to Connor when she was hidden behind cool powers and a costume. It made her feel powerful, cool, “amazing” as Connor just said. People didn’t say that about Sasha, but they did about The Claw.

“Hopefully you won’t need any more protection, but if you ever run into trouble know that The Claw will be here to help.” She nodded once, more to herself than Connor. She would keep an eye out for him while doing future patrols, but maybe he was right, a way for people to contact her would be helpful.

“Keep safe.” She said, and with that she darted toward a nearby alley, out of view. But she would climb up another fire escape and spend another hour with her eyes peeled, even as Connor’s Jeep disappeared into the distance. She had helped someone after all, and the pride did a good job pushing away her weariness.

#paras #with: sasha

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thefracturedmosaic · 4 years ago

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Memories

Mentioned: @divergent-lines

On the first night, Nairus sat upon a cut log with the skies shaded through tree tops, a cool wind brushing through the leaves, and night time bugs chirping and singing in a cacophony of sounds that, in a sense, shouldn’t exist during the cooler times.

But they did. These creatures that should have been long dead or hibernating were still carrying on; they were a good white noise to let his thoughts take him. Too which Nairus reflected on how his routine had become comfortable and almost enjoyable to him in the last week and a day. He was now longing for the sense of comfort that came from knowing what the next day would bring, but that routine had been shaken thanks to Mey’s visit only a few hours ago. Meyorin.

Nairus shook his head.

How was it that this person, a person he had no recollection of or any positive experience with, could draw his attention so much; draw his heart in a way that he felt he would never forgive himself if he let her go into the Shadowlands without aid?

Yet she had known him, and he had known her, deep down they had a relationship. The irony that both their memories were faded and missing, and yet, still know down into their souls that they knew each other.

Clearly, though, her’s was returning and his was a black wall.

A deep breath drew Nairus back to the world around him, the trees rustling, the wood sighing; a storm was approaching.

Upon returning to work the next day, patients had recovered enough that they were sitting, talking, and thankful to be alive. Nairus gave them nods, asked a few additional questions, before giving them a slip of paper and telling them the directions in order to check out of the camp. They thanked him, leaving him with the few remaining that hadn’t yet woken.

New patients came in to replace the old ones; all bore physical wounds and organ trauma that required immediate attention. After several long minutes of restoring the wounds and internal damage, he gave each patient a shot filled with minerals and vitamin that would give their bodies the last remaining boost to stay alive.

There was one patient that came in where his screaming was followed by pained gasp of breath; his skin was blackened, peeling, dying. Instinct carried Nairus to heal the man without any emotion or thought. The task being checked off as first he numbed the nerves in the body, looked inwardly, before going to the outer. Skin repaired itself, the pain of nerves relaxing and easing without the extra magic to close them off, and the tension in the patients muscles relaxed at last. In the end, scar tissue formulated around the areas that were worse, deeper, and as Nairus checked him over one last time, he cleared the patient of any additional physical damage. Anything else would be need to fix by someone else.

Some come back in ways I cannot help them. His words echoed from last night dinner.

He noted the man’s name, and number, wrote it on a piece of paper and called out to one of the guardsmen patrolling the area; he took it and off he went to the healers that knew more about soul and body. By mid-afternoon, the man would be transferred to his next set of treatments.

This was Nairus routine, and in between all of that, he would sit down in his chair, allowed his mind to relax, listen, and wait.

Normally, he would rest and only awake if he heard a shuffle or a groan. Today, his mind wandered back too Meyorin, to her request, to the imaginings of what he would see if he went to the Shadowlands, what he would endure, how she would return from that place, damaged or broken or both; would she be one of the many that came into his tent crying for help, begging for the pain to stop, if he didn’t go?

Of course, who was he to think he needed to go specifically? He was no savior. Only a simple healer. There were hundreds of capable, and more trustworthy, healers in these tents, and even more looking for jobs that would happily help her with a little gold, too which he was certain she wasn’t hurting on based off the smooth steel of her weapons.

But she wanted his help, someone had prompted her to find someone to help her, and despite the rage and anger Meyorin had presented the first time, she had cooled, and even amused herself with a short conversation with him before leading onto her statement of the debt he owned her, that he had claimed he owed her.

Nairus shook his head. Why couldn’t he let that one phrase go? She was baiting him, putting words into his mouth he hadn’t said. Was that the reason that phrase bothered him so? No one had been so obvious before. Then again, it proved how much she really didn’t know him. Debt was never a word he ever used.

But why had she chosen him out of all the other healers? Yes they clearly shared a history that neither could remember, but she spat at him, threaten his life, and curled her lips at him. Why would she choose him when clearly she didn’t trust him?

As his mind mulled over the question, he eventually jumped back to reliving the whole conversation. How she appeared, the timing of her appearance, the way she sat in the chair leg over knee, leaning with an air of disinterest but confidence. The way it seemed she could have cared less if he was dead or alive, as long as he was useful.

It didn’t make sense.

Meyorin had made it clear she didn’t want to see him except when she came to collect her debt on him. So why then had she twisted her own words to sounds like he had asked to pay the debt back? And who had asked her to bring a healer?

Nairus paused upon the thought, replayed her words in his mind. She had been careful with her wording the entire time. Perhaps then, it wasn’t just his words she had been twisting but another’s as well. What if they demanded her to bring a healer despite her arguments.

Whoever that might be, clearly, Meyorin required them to get what she wanted from the Shadowlands, otherwise, he could see her disagreeing and moving on.

His smile came amusingly and with a chuckle as the reasoning he had then chosen him settled in like a puzzle piece. She chose me because if I died, got lost, or anything of ill will fell upon me, she wouldn’t feel any regret about betraying or letting me die. Someone else would be a burden. A hindrance. After-all, she had wanted to kill him the first time.

His eyes closed to that thought, his body relaxing finally as the question to his puzzle was finally answered.

A short second passed before a new trail of thoughts entered his mind. He didn’t necessarily want to die for her, or be left behind in a place that caused people to return broken and hurting, but he remembered his own words to her in the forest that first night. He would prove to her that he was not the same person as before and this was a good enough time as any to show it.

Still...

“We have another burn victim, do you think you can take one more?” A deep voice prompted his eyes to open just in time to see one of the other doctors walk in backwards carrying in a stretcher.

Nairus raised from his seat and ushered them over to the far end of the tent, he had two more spots before there would be only a pathway to the tent among beds.

They set the stretcher down between two posts, cradling the person as the sheets sunk but steadied. “This Kal…”

The man’s voice kept going but it faded into the background and all he could feel was his heart racing, pounding like drums in his ears, his breath sharp and quick, and his body moving backwards.

A female elf laid on the stretcher, blackened, leather pieces still attached, a small rational part whispered those needed to be cut off quickly before he could start mending the flesh again, and her hair was naturally black, with little groans escaping startled by a faint silver dull light coming from her eyes.

A pressure landed on his shoulder, tightly, drawing his attention to the hand resting on him, “--right?”

Confusion flickered through Nairus as his eyes drew towards the man.

“Are you alright?” A pause. “How long have you been working?”

Nairus' attention flickered back to the elf on the stretcher, silent, clearly from the initial treatment. No silver eyes faintly glowed back towards him, no armor laid on her skin, just a recently laid blanket, and her hair was a deep violet…

“I, I need a moment.”

He easily shook the man’s hand off and brushed through the tent flap; he heard the man call out after him, but no footsteps followed.

It didn’t take Nairus long to find a place where it was quiet and no one else was around. A stone wall stood before him and the tents were twenty feet behind. His whole body rested against the wall, forehead touching, hands resting, as tears streamed down his face.

He couldn’t get the image out of his mind of the silver-eyed elf, blackened, with leather clothing.

It wasn’t long until he was on the ground, robes collected around him, crying and sobbing as quietly as he could.

The pain drained from his heart and radiated into his chest. There were memories, he knew, tied to this pain, but there were no visions, no images.

Nothing! His fist slammed against the wall in frustration as tears continued.

All he had was Meyorin's name coming into mind for the woman laying on the bed burnt to a crisp and her voice filled with rage and anger, “I know what you are.”

“What did I do?” He whispered just as he heard someone call out his name. He gathered himself up, wiping away tears, as he heard a young woman gasp his name thankfully and ran over. She gently touched him, asking him, what was wrong and if maybe he should take the rest of the day off.

#nairus #mey #writing #story

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A - E1

Okay, instead of making like massive reblogs of thoughts as I have them for the episodes, I’m gonna just make a massive bullet point list that I’ll add to throughout the episode, so you get One post per episode instead of “Like all nine million of them.”

I put Read-More’s because I care.

Thoughts (of which I have far too many):

I’m in the first ten seconds of the fuckin episode. Why the fuck is Braeden electrocuting Isaac? Like, look, I wanna like Braeden. I have issues with her entire moral system, but I still wanna like her cus’ she saves Isaac. But...how am I supposed to do that when the literal first thing she does is electrocute my boy??? He’s knocked out, not DEAD (not that that’s how shocking someone’s heart even Works) and it’s not like she needs to trigger the healing process. He’s already got Gaping slash wounds on his chest. He’s hurt enough. ALSO. “Be quiet”?? R U Serious? You’re electrocuting him. YOU try being quiet with fucking jumper cables on your chest.

The CGI...is so bad. Oh my god. What the absolute fuck. it looks like Sharkboy & Lavagirl. And why aren’t Ethan & Aiden’s claws doing anything to the bike?

I AM CONFUSION. If the twins don’t have to take their pants off to do the Transformers shit, why do they have to take off their shirts? Can...can I just skip that? Make the big bad werewolf wear an ugly hybrid of two of their stupid ass sweaters? Or do Ethan and Aiden really just like being shirtless that much? (I wouldn’t put it past them)

What is with Braeden and the electricity?

The writing in this show, what the fuck? “I thought I told you to hold on” EXCUSE ME, ma’am. He literally just passed out. His bad I guess.

Guess who has to add the anti-scott tag to this now? Anyway, I hate that Allison’s bit in the intro is her kissing Scott and then drawing the bow. Like, they’re broken up. They don’t get together in this season. Why are they kissing in the intro? That had to have Totally pissed off Scallison fans.

There’s my boy, holding up lizard tattoo designs. Pls tell me he took a pic and sent it to Jackson with the caption “It’s YOU.” Like, yes, way too soon, but man it’s fuckin funny.

This tattoo artist is a good-ass salesman. However, p-sure he’s not a good-ass artist if he had to wrap Scott’s arm up That badly. Like...they have stuff for that. Fuck, the one I got on my ankle, they used SaranWrap and Tape. Just needs to be kept out of the open air for a bit. You don’t need like eight layers of gauze. I do feel for Scott tho. That tat probably cost him like $50-75 before the tip. Oof.

Eyyy, time to be salty. Ya’ll know I love Allison, but does it get any more clear that she totally bailed on everyone after the warehouse? She went to France! She doesn’t even know what happened to Jackson after he got cured. ALSO. Lydia says “Derek taught him the werewolf 101.” Not Scott. Derek. XP

Lydia, honey, leave Allison alone. If she doesn’t want to go on the double date, go alone and make it an orgy. Fun, right? Wait, no. Don’t. You’re 16. Don’t do that!

When exactly did they “agree to give each other the summer”? She said “I’m breaking up with you.” he said “I’ll wait” and then she cried into her dad’s arms. Like...why didn’t we get to see this apparently incredibly important conversation? (maybe because it didn’t happen??)

I fucking LOVE the “I’m just gonna say hi. HEYYYYY! You know....they probably didn’t see us.”

The most horrific thing about that moment was the bad CGI.

I WANNA POINT OUT how cute it is (in a like, sad way cus’ she’s terrified) that Lydia is close enough to Stiles now that she immediately goes for his side and they like insta connect with the eye contact. Not in like a Stydia way, but like, they’re close. she trusts him and goes to him when she’s scared, even though he’s human and you’d wonder if she shouldn’t go to Scott instead, since he’s the werewolf.

SCOTT WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING THE DEAD DEER. Your ability to smell chemosignals/sense emotions has nothing to do with touching. Stop poking the dead animal.

Wait, WHY is there a full moon in that shot? The full moon isn’t for like a week! I COUNTED.

...what? Why the fuck does Braeden think Scott’s an Alpha? Why tho? Like, seriously? WHY? He’s not an Alpha yet. Nowhere near it. And if she knows bc Deaton told her (i think he was the one who hired her) then shouldn’t she know he isn’t one yet? IF SHE KNOWS that she can tell Melissa abt werewolves, WHY doesn’t she know that Scott’s Melissa’s son? Where is the LOGIC?

Scott’s morning routine is giving me Legally Blonde vibes. ~my perrrfectt dayyy, nothing standing in my wayyy~

I can’t tell. did Allison get highlights, or straight up dye her hair brown?

This sweet moment between her and her dad. Yes. Pls.

I will admit, I like getting to see each of their mornings.

Lydia...who are you fucking? Honey, you’re sixteen. Why isn’t whoever the fuck is in bed with you also getting ready for school? What.....the fuck?

Completely different Beacon Hills High School set. I really can’t blame the writers for that.

Wtf Davis? You list Erica and Boyd as being 17...since when? They’re supposed to be entering their Junior Year of high school. They would be 16 GOING ON 17. ANd what the hell do you mean Erica’s birthday is August 16th? She said in the last season that she’d “Just turned 16 a month ago” that was Spring semester. ???? Come on, guys. Seriously. Writing 101, getting to know your characters. I don’t know anyone writing a novel who doesn’t know the exact birthday of their characters. Plus, they cut 2 in. from Gage Golightly’s actual height, while adding an inch to Sinqua’s (according to google, which isn’t always reliable) Whatever. Boooooo.

Uh...that principal was threatened by the Argents. Victoria herself promised to torture him if he didn’t resign. Why does he look so surprised by the fucking sword in his office? For that matter, why is he at the school at all? He KNOWS the Argents attacked him. This should cause problems!

Honestly, Lydia, I love you. Like, go for it. Nothing wrong with not wanting to date and just wanting to have fun. My issues stem from YOU BEING 16. Yes, teenagers have sex. But this is ridiculous. Why is there so much sexualization? I knew a grand total of like....two teenagers who had sex at 16? and like one who did at 15 (which they say in canon she and Jackson were banging before her birthday). Like, it’s not nearly as common as y’all are making it out to be. Knock it off.

WHEN DID MELISSA MEET ISAAC PROPERLY? WHEN did that HAPPEN?

....so why didn’t Derek answer the phone? They literally never explain? He shows up, so...why didn’t he answer?

I’m SO InCredibly Disturbed by Jennifer having everyone’s phone numbers. HOW? In What Way is that REMOTELY appropriate? WHY did no one question it? Why didn’t STILES or LYDIA question it?

So tiny, bugs me so much. He didn’t turn his phone off. He turned his screen off...is it that hard to have him do the right one?

uhhh. Werewolves can smell other werewolves. Wanna tell me why Isaac can’t tell a werewolf just walked in the room? An ALPHA no less?

why TF are Kali’s iris’ and pupils so fucking massive?

So...what was the deal with the birds? Don’t they say later that Jennifer like summoned them? So they aren’t from the Alpha pack scaring animals? And also, how would the Alpha pack be scaring animals if they’re like, in the middle of town? They said in S1 that “wild animal sightings are up” like what 75% or something? “As though something is scaring them out” but that made sense, bc we knew Peter was running around in his full-shift (it’s a fucking full shift, it’s just fucked up) in the woods. But these Alphas aren’t, they’re integrating. So is it Jennifer that the animals are afraid of? Like, does she have sPoOkY aura or something?

More bad CGI.

WHy is no one responding to the woman stumbling around in nothing but a hospital gown?

ONCE AGAIN. Werewolves can Sense Werewolves. SCOTT you sensed Isaac in a BOYS LOCKER ROOM. DUKE IS RIGHT THERE. WHT THE FUCK?

angry smoker doctor “Why don’t you wheel this joker out of here?” “I’m gonna go smoke” Grrr

Sir. clearly your mask wasn’t tied on appropriately. it shouldn’t just Fall Off when you touch it. there are Protocols! STOP THE SPREAD. also, someone wanna tell me why none of these alphas can keep their claws in? A lil flashy flashy red eye would’ve done the trick just fine.

Okay no, seriously what the FUCK is up with these contacts, you guys? THEY”RE MASSIVE???

Ugh, can I just *swoons* “I’m an Alpha!” slice “So am I.” That is just so fucking smooth. Woo. I feel so safe ohmygod. PLUS. Derek KNOWS Ennis. I can’t imagine how satisfying that had to be.

Uh, Derek, honey. You’re Isaac’s legal guardian. You can just Sign Him Out of the hospital. With clothes and everything. What are you doing?

Honey, what do you mean the county took it over? If they were gonna do that they’d have done it six fucking years ago. Unless you gave it to them, it’s still yours? I did the research. Like HOURS of it.

What do you MEAN there’s a magic healing herb that helps with Alpha wounds? Since when do Alpha wounds need extra healing, I thought they just took a lil longer? ALSO why is it growing INSIDE your house???? SCOTT. Isaac is fucking UNCONSCIOUS. Can your tattoo fucking WAIT A MINUTE?

I have so many questions. WHY does Braeden know who Allison is? If Lydia’s immune to magic, WHY is Braeden able to bruise her? WHY can Braeden DO magic? and WHY is Chris allowed to take Lydia out of school?

ALLISON you had Geometry LAST YEAR why are you holding a GEOMETRY BOOK??

ohhhhmygod, Derek. Derek. DEREK. Your eyes are pretty on a normal day. That little Blink and ruby reds thing? Ohmygod. I just. I wanna take a picture and just stare at it BUT. how tf does this whole red eye thing work? You can see in the dark....but now you also have x-ray vision? You know, I could believe it was thermal vision...maybe? If Scott was still healing for some reason maybe the tattoo would be brighter? Otherwise I have no idea what is going on.

BUT SCOTT”S NOT 18??? He’s Still fucking 16, or even 17, but not 18. WTF? He needs parental consent in the first place (i should’ve mentioned this in the other note abt the tattoo)

uhh...seriously? When someone breaks up with you and tells you not to talk to them anymore...why do you need a reward for doing as they asked? Like, yeah, you’re sad, I feel that. But making it a ‘reward’ sounds kinda weird. You know what makes it really easy not to text the ex that doesn’t wanna talk to you? Delete her number.

WHY THE BLOWTORCH? SOMEONE WANNA EXPLAIN? Peter’s not covered in tattoo from when he was literally burned alive, why the FUCK would a blowtorch create a black tattoo on Scott’s skin?

DEREK. HONEY. Why would Stiles be able to hold Scott still??? Scott’s a werewolf.

All this bullshit to explain away Posey’s tattoo that he got. Like, damn dude, we all like tattoos, but you have a job that needs bare arms on the regular. That was kinda rude.

Where did braeden get clothes? I forgot to ask.

uhhhh. Ephemeral might technically work in that sentence, but that’s still really awkward.

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DESTROY HIS DOOR? YOU FUCKING ASSHAT. And WHY the instant fucking grr face? “why’d you paint the door?” uhh, leave him alone? He can do what he wants? It’s his house? Also, don’t get all fucking rude about the alpha pack. He told you it was a rival pack.

KALI. PUT SOME FUCKING SHOES ON. JESUS.

Why exactly does Scott see the symbol and INSTANTLY put together that it’s got anything to do with the Alphas or the animal attacks? Where is the logic jump there?

What exactly was the POINT of popping your claws if you were gonna kick her in the face???

UH, Melissa? Why didn’t you tell Scott that there was a whole other person with Isaac?

What is with the face touching, Duke? I’ve never known a blind person who actually wanted to rub their hands on my face to ‘find out what i look like?’

Really not a fan of all these weird jumps and camera angles with the awkward reflecting.

WOah WOah. Allison gets to PAINT her APARTMENT? Wtf kinda BULlshit is that? My landlord won’t let me do that. Rude.

I know they’re imprisoned and it sucks, but they’ve been there for four months, they had to have gotten bored. Do you think they broke into any of the security deposit boxes to see if anything was left behind?

Last thoughts: They really went for it with this episode. I have plans to change a lot of it. Hopefully I can mesh the changes with the general plotline.

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall #for safety reasons

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 5 years ago

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The Veil - Ghost!Xavier x fem!Reader

Description: The attention that Camp Redwood brought to the table in the paranormal field was not unwanted. When a medium informs the group of ghosts of their ability to roam the streets freely between Devil’s night and Halloween, there is only one thing that matters to Xavier : Find the girl he left behind when he died.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of smut, people being ghosts. I don’t want to spoil anything...

Word count: 2339

“Are you aware that you can leave between Devil's night and Halloween?” the voice spoke to the audience of ghosts surrounding her. They all froze at her announcement. “W-What do you mean?” Ray asked, quickly jumping to his feet, a handful of his friends mirroring his gesture.

“Well, on the 30th and 31st of Halloween, the veil between the dead and the living mesh together so closely that the distinction is practically gone. On theses days, you should be free to roam the world as much as you wanted.” the medium, a woman named Cynthia, spoke, seemingly surprised about their lack of knowledge. “What day and year did you say this was again?” Montana wondered, her eyes darting between the woman and the blonde man still sitting on the mattress in the cabin, his eyes prickled with tears.

“Today is October 28th 1988” she tried to smile. Xavier rose from his seat and shook the medium's shoulders, his small tears gathering and the waterlines and threatening to spill. “Are you sure about this?!” his voice broke while she eagerly nodded. “You need to help me find someone! Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she was my girlfriend”.

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“Xavier, if she indeed is the same person, seeing you might be a bit of a shock, I think it would be wiser if I came with you”. The taxi stopped in front of an apartment complex Xavier was unfamiliar with. He looked back at the woman seating next to him before quickly exited the cab. She pushed a few bills to the driver before quickly running to him.

The medium's feet walked to the intercom and doubt shook Xavier for a second as he saw the name under the button Cynthia pressed. It was her name for sure but it had been a year and a half. Did she move on? Did she still love him? Did she forgive him for leaving to Redwood besides her protests?

“Hello?” his heart stopped. It really was her. Xavier knew it. “Hi, Ma'am, my apologies, my name is Cynthia and I just require a few minutes of your times”. The silence that ensued nearly pulled the boy's heart out of his chest. “I'm sorry, I'm not inte-”. “It is about Xavier Plympton. I have been told you were his partner before the tragedy?” the medium interrupted. Another pause. Then the loud buzzing of the door unlocked brought a gasp out of his chest.

The woman pulled the door opened, checking the number associated with the name to identify the flat number. They ran up the stairs, the distant sound of a door unlocking brought Xavier out of his silenced trance while Cynthia walked to the entrance.

(Y/N) stood at the door, a hushed conversation occurring between her and another voice Xavier could not identify. When the medium reached the apartment, she gently told the young girl that she might need to sit down. Confusion pulled her brows together before her (Y/E/C) fell into the beautiful blue eyes she has been silently craving for what felt like eternity.

Her expression melted from being puzzled, to a mixture of pain and happiness as she practically launched herself again Xavier, her arms tightly latched against his waist, his closing in against her shoulders. “Is this really you?” she whimpered, her face planted on his chest. “Let's get inside” he responded, his soaked gaze falling onto the open door of her apartment.

Next thing he knew, he was sitting in her couch, Cynthia had explained to her why he was here and she had left them alone and she was pouring him a warm cup of coffee. Xavier was devouring her with his eyes, still damp from his tears. His “girlfriend” had not changed much besides maybe having her hair cut slightly shorter than usual. Her hands looked worked and her body looked different. The blue of his stare wandered against her chest, her hips, her stomach. The more he looked at her, the more in love he found himself.

“You look so beautiful, (Y/N).

- I missed you so much, Xavier. There is someone I need you to meet.”

He gave her a smile, trying to hide the ache in his chest. She had moved one, didn't she? The girl's heart was throbbing in her chest while she lost herself in the cold hues of his eyes. (Y/N) had fell for Xavier long before he did. On the day they went on their first date, she was already head over heels and her feelings only grew stronger during the three years they had been together before the tragedy.

She told him about what he had missed on TV, in music, on the radio until the buzzer of her door surprised her once more. She quickly went to the intercom to open the door to whoever was visiting her.

Her shoulders twisted to meet his gaze with a shy smile before a knock at her door pulled her away from his hungry stare. She gingerly opened the door, managing to exchange a couple of words with whoever stood behind. Xavier rubbed his hands together anxiously.

“I need you to be really good, okay bug?” he heard her whisper. There was a slow shuffle and then he saw her walking into view of the living room, a small body tangled in her arms. A couple of blue eyes looked back at him. It was a little boy, not much older than 3 or 4, Xavier thought.

(Y/N)'s eyes retrieved her “boyfriend's”. “This is... This is James” she informed the blonde man who carefully stood up, a tremor taking his body. “I'm sorry that you have to find out this way, Xavier” she carried on, the toddler looking up to his mother before snuggling tighter.

A lump grew in her throat and she tried swallowing it. Memories were jumbled in his brain and some of them had been erased but there was one thing he remembered as clear as day. It was the both of them discussing the future they so badly craved together. It was the night he told her he wanted to build a family with her, they would have a little girl first, Sarah, then a boy, James. They were his favourite names and his girlfriend liked them enough to agree with him.

“I-I found out I was pregnant about a month after you passed. He was the only thing I had left from you. I couldn't, you know...” her voice shook with a soft hint of sadness. She looked at the little boy, pushing a few stray pieces of his hair away from his face and squishing his cheeks. He was a carbon copy of his father at his age. The little man wiggled out of his mother's grip, shyly scampering to his bedroom.

“Have you been doing this by yourself?” Xavier asked, stepping closer to the mother of his child, rewarded by a soft nod. “My mom picks him up and looks after him while I'm at work but I'm alone for the most parts, yeah”. His arms looped around her shoulders, gently whispering thousands of apologies while they allowed their tears to flow.

He placed a chaste kiss to her lips, a tender gesture he had been craving for so long. He felt alive again when he was against her. (Y/N) took his palm in hers and walked to the bedroom where Jamie was playing with a small train. “Can I?” Xavier whispered to his lover, looking back at her. She offered him a large smile, nodding at him as he joined his son on the floor, playing with his train until dinner time came. Looking at the clock, the tall blonde knew he did not have eternity in here.

Silently, (Y/N) let him handle the bedtime under her watchful eyes.

Silently, Xavier crashed his lips against hers.

Silently, (Y/N) guided him to her bedroom once their child had fallen asleep.

Silently, Xavier made love to her for hours.

He cherished the searing feeling of her soft skin against his, his fingers and tongues kissed and stroked the stretched marks on her breasts, then the one on the stomach that had carrier his child. A newfound way of loving her. The flame he had burning deep in his heart was raging more than ever. She had mothered his son, fed him, taught him. James showed great respect and manners at his young age.

It was like having him for herself all over again, forever. But she only had him for a short period now so she had to make the most out of every god damn second the thin veil between life and death provided for them. “I don't want to wake up without you” she whispered as he laid her head on his chest, their limbs still shrouded with sweat.

“I'll come back every year. You could also come over when James is bigger?” he hushed with the same tone. Their daydreamed was broken by the small cries of their son. Quickly scampering for something to wear, (Y/N) wrapped herself in the oversized tank top Xavier had earlier, causing him to pull his lower lip between his teeth at the sight he had missed for so long. He had to shake the idea out of his head to finish pulling up the pair of underwear he discarded hours ago.

Climbing back in bed with their child, (Y/N) smiled dearly at the sight of her boys holding each other. Xavier quickly drifted to sleep, his breathing lullabying the little boy. The mother grabbed her Polaroid camera and snapped two pictures of the three of them tied together in bed, leaving one for her lover to take and one for her to add to the shoe box of pictures she had taken of Xavier in the past.

Waking up that morning was the hardest thing they had to do, knowing he needed to retrieve his way to the camp before the veil thickened again. Like clockwork, James was taken by (Y/N)'s mother before she started to get ready for her day of work. She looked back at Xavier while she looked at her uniform. “I'll take you back there” she gently whispered. He protested, she had to go to work but she simply shushed him by calling in sick. Hours turned into seconds as they held each other on her couch in the comfortable silence of her apartment.

When came the time of leaving, she could feel her heart shatter slowly. His hand clutched her knee while she drove away from the city. “I'm really sorry I wan't here” he whispered as the tree grew taller in his field of view. (Y/N)'s fingers curled tighter around the wheel. “I know now I have a reason to work harder into finding a way to break the curse” he continued. “You better hurry up because he keeps on asking about a sibling and now that he met you, he's going to ask so many more questions” her voice gently spoke. A soft scoff escaped his lips, his fingers tightening against her knee.

“If I didn't have him, I would probably beg you to end my days when we step past the threshold of Redwood so I can stay with you for eternity”. His fingers remained on her leg. “We have other things to look forward to” he stopped her thoughts. “I will visit you every year now. I promise.” Xavier whispered while her car took the side road into the camp.

The thrumming of her car caught the attention of a few of the inhabitants. Out of the corner of her eyes, (Y/N) spotted Chet and Montana, a large smile pulled on their faces. Xavier quickly jumped out of her car, beaming at the idea of being seen with his girl once more.

His lover climbed out of the car after turning off the ignition only to be pulled into a tight embrace from her friends. Once their arms left her, she found Xavier's little smile. Everyone took a step back to allow (Y/N) to bury her face in his neck, his arms holding desperately onto her. “I don't want you to go” he confessed, peppering little kisses against her cheek. “Me neither, Xavy...”. The embrace lasted longer than they both realised and was only broken when (Y/N) pulled away, fishing into her wallet.

She had the same wallet that he remembered. It still have that cheesy picture of the both of them in the middle window of it even though it was now yellowed and aged. Pinching between the folds of it, she pulled another picture, a new one. A picture of James on what he could assume was his first day of school. (Y/N) pushed the photograph in his fingers as well as the polaroid she snapped the night before. Her sad eyes met his and his lips gently met hers.

“I'll be right here next year, okay? I'll come with James, we'll pick you up and then, we'll spend the next couple of days together.” she spoke as if her words could stop her tears from gliding off of her eyes. “And we'll come and visit you, so he can see you more” she carried on, a sob shaking her shoulders. Xavier kissed her once again. She silently climbed in the car and he stole another kiss through the open window of her car. Turning the keys in the ignition, her car started again and his heart somewhat stopped.

“I'll be right here, (Y/N). I'll be waiting for you.” he smiled at her. She agreed and drove off, leaving her puzzled friends behind. Xavier waved as the car disappeared, his fingers clutching on the pictures of his family. “I'll see you next year, my loves” As he turned on his heels and met the confused stares of his friends, the realisation hit him. He had a lot of explaining to do.

#xavier plympton #xavier plympton x reader #ahs 1984 #ahs #american horror story #american horror 1984 #american horror story 1984

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slimesgeneratorfics · 4 years ago

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I’m in a Discord server with @onemoontorulethemall , and they shared a whump idea that held me at gunpoint until I wrote a fic. Thank you for the inspiration for one of the longest fics I’ve ever written!

Title: Of Monsters and Men

Fandom: Rick and Morty

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: whump, serious injuries, uncensored swearing, canon-typical familial dysfunction (Seriously. If you’re not familiar with the show, this means quite a bit of dysfunction.)

Description: Based on the first arc (Issues 1-3) of the Rick and Morty comics, but the bug doesn’t escape the garage and... you’ll see. Read that if you want to catch cool references, but hopefully this works as a standalone too. But also, read the comic if you’re a fan of Rick and Morty. It deserves more love.

It had been three months since Morty had returned home without Rick: three full months without adventures, without purpose, and with one less person around to yell at him. Morty still didn’t understand why Rick had let him use the one-person portal out of that prison maze. Maybe Rick was done with this family and had finally decided to leave. Well, Morty was sick of living like this. He had to do something. Morty snuck into the garage, loaded some weapons into Rick’s car, and took off.

He barely made it past Mars when he was pulled over by space cops. The trial was much faster this time- he had already been found guilty, and this time Morty didn’t hesitate to make a mockery of the court system. It wasn’t that he wanted to go die in space prison, but he no longer had the energy to care about being good. If things went south, it was just one last hurrah for Morty, you know? No big deal.

They sent him to the same prison as before- Clackspire Labyrinth. Huge monsters and swarms of smaller monsters, none of which Morty recognized, attacked. Morty used Rick’s hidden panels to find weapons that made it easy to slice through every threat. He didn’t feel tired. He was fueled by spite and the desire to not die pathetically.

Morty heard the sounds of monsters being slashed around the next corner. This was strange- none of the prisoners he’d seen survived more than a couple hours, and there hadn’t been any new drop offs. Suddenly, a voice:

“WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB! EAT THAT!” followed by a blast. Rick? It couldn’t be. His mind must be playing tricks on him. Or worse, this could be just another part of the torture.

“Rick” killed the monster and ran around the corner, bumping right into Morty. “Morty? Wh-what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Oh don’t act so surprised. I know you’re just another monster.” Morty raised his gun, but despite himself, he hesitated.

“Says you, you’re probably the monster! Why the hell would Morty be here?” This image of Rick was pretty realistic. He looked human, not robotic at all, and he was clearly scuffed.

“Enough! I’m going to kill you.” Morty fired, and a ray blasted through Rick’s chest. Wow, this thing had blood? This prison did not half ass psychological torture.

The fake Rick coughed and sputtered as robotic needles stitched flesh back together from the inside. The real Rick had tech on every organ to make him essentially unkillable, and apparently this monster was the same. “Don’t… cross me, you piece of shit.”

“I’ll cross whoever I want! You- you think I'm going to give up?”

Just then, the Rick monster fired a ray gun at Morty. To Morty’s shock, the mortal wound began to heal itself in the same way the Rick’s had. He didn’t remember any loss of consciousness between the trial and being dropped into the maze, and why would they have put such modifications in a prisoner who was supposed to die? But to assume that Rick, the real Rick, had installed them made even less sense. Morty was always expendable, nothing more than a human shield.

Morty pushed the questions aside. He was not going to lose now. “Just because neither of us can die doesn’t mean I won’t try to kill you. How about I aim for where it really hurts?” Morty aimed for Rick’s skull.

The ray bounced off, but the impact knocked Rick into a wall. The Rick was shaken, but he stood up. “You really think I would leave my brain unprotected? Maybe you really are Morty, because I can’t think of anyone else who would be that stupid!”

“Of course I’m Morty! Who the hell are you?” Morty tackled Rick to the ground and grabbed his throat.

“Morty, don’t you get it? We’re both here. You- you gotta believe me. I’ve missed you so much. I let you through that portal because I knew the long way would be dangerous, and you- you deserved to go home. I may act above it all, and I am, but you’re my grandson, Morty. I didn’t want you to have to live the labyrinth life.”

Was Rick… crying? Damn, this was a shitty fake. “Y-you’re not fooling anyone, you know? The real Rick doesn’t care about anything or anybody. He had a coupon for a free replacement Morty from the Citadel of Ricks. I- I bet he’s escaped and gotten a new Morty, maybe even- maybe even a new dimension!” Or, Morty thought hopefully, maybe Rick was about to come rescue him and tell him what a piece of shit he was for ending up back in galactic prison.

Well, Morty was done waiting to be rescued. He let go of the Rick’s throat with one hand and grabbed his ray gun, shooting the impostor directly in the heart. The blast didn’t make it far, but Rick lost consciousness from the impact. Morty sat back, still holding the gun. Everything finally hit as Morty’s numbness dissipated. Morty never wanted to be a killer. He didn’t want to live “the labyrinth life.” All he’d ever wanted was to see cool shit in the multiverse and pretend that impressing his grandpa was an achievable goal. Part of him wished this monster Rick could kill him just so it would all be over.

As if on cue, the monster Rick woke up. Shit, now Morty looked vulnerable. Maybe he could think of a way to use that to his advantage if he mustered the ability to be heartless again.

“You alright, little buddy?” Rick asked, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been unconscious.

“What do you care?” Morty replied. “Either you’re a monster and you want to kill me, or you’re the real Rick and you’re waiting to laugh at me.”

“Okay, that’s pretty reasonable considering how I’ve presented myself for, uh… always. But what if it’s neither?” Rick looked at Morty gently - hadn’t this torture been cruel enough? - and waited for a reply. Morty just stared at him, daring this Rick to prove himself.

“What if, and I’m just spitballing here,” said RIck, “What if I’m your real grandpa and I’ve always cared about you? I’ve been thinking a lot over the past three months, and I think I leaned too heavily on the god complex. Just because I’m literally the smartest being in the universe doesn’t mean I have to be an asshole about it, right?”

Morty let out a snort of laughter despite himself, but he quickly redirected into a scowl.

“Yeah, I deserve that,” Rick continued. “You know, back in season 1- actually, I don’t know where the comic fits in the continuity, let alone the - alright, ignoring the fourth wall, one time I was kidnapped by another version of me who wanted to steal my memories because I was against the Citadel and because I was ‘the Rickest Rick.’ And while he was stealing my memories, they were playing on a screen he had. I saw you as a baby, Morty. He was playing my memories of you, and I actually teared up. I denied it, of course, but in that moment I was thinking about how I’d endangered you by bringing you on these crazy adventures and how all our fun might end in disaster. I don’t want that for you, Morty. That’s why I installed all that protective gear in you while you were sleeping. I never told you because I always had to keep up that god complex attitude. I felt like I’d be a better person without my attachments, and I thought that if anyone knew how I really felt, they’d just use it against us. Do you see what I’m saying, Morty?”

“That’s a good try at a sob story, Rick. I’m almost convinced.” Morty looked down at his hands. “But there’s absolutely nothing you could say to me that would convince me that the real you could be that vulnerable.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Rick said, and suddenly Morty heard a blast and everything went dark.

…

“Huh? Where am I? What did you-” Morty’s vision cleared as his consciousness came back. He seemed to be in his room. Was he dreaming? Dead?

Rick walked in. “If I was a monster, I wouldn’t have set the gun to stun.”

“Huh,” Morty considered, “I guess you’re right.” He paused. “Did you mean what you said back there? Do you really care?”

“Don’t talk so loud. This stays between us, alright?” Rick said in a mock-threatening tone.

Morty grinned. He got out of bed and hugged Rick. “I love you, Grandpa Rick.”

Rick returned the hug. “I love you too, Morty.”

Rick stepped out into the living room where Beth, Jerry, and Summer were sitting. “You heard nothing,” he announced.

“Okay, sure thing,” said Summer, not looking up from her phone.

“Is Morty okay?” asked Beth.

“He’s going to be fine. I want- I want to really drive the point home that you did not just overhear a tender moment of familial affection involving Rick Sanchez, smartest man in the universe.” Rick crossed his arms and glared at Jerry.

“Whatever you say, Rick,” said Jerry, clearly disappointed that Rick was back and taking charge again.

“Thanks for bringing him back, Dad,” Beth said. “We were so worried. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.”

“My secret is not safe with you,” Rick fumed, “because it’s not with you. You have no secret, capiche?”

“Grandpa, get off her case,” said Summer. “I’m sure you’re the same asshole you always were.”

“That’s right! Rick never learns a lesson!” Rick went out to the front door and seemed to shout at the universe in general. “Rick and Morty a thousand years, no emotional vulnerability! Okay maybe a little, sometimes, but only when lives are at stake! The word count on this thing got really out of hand, but you’re still listening! Fuck the fourth wall! Roll credits and theme music!”

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #i really hope people enjoy this because i put a lot of time and love into it

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polly-chan · 5 years ago

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The story of Hollow Knight

Hollow Knight is a Metroidvania style videogame developed and published by Team Cherry. It introduces a very interesting lore, telling the story of a Knight without a past on a quest to save the abandoned insect kingdom of Hallownest.

In this meta I want to analyze the lore of the entire game, which is very interesting and addictive. Obviously this article is full of spoilers for those who have not yet played the game. Also this analysis is based a lot on what I found written in the Hollow Knight wiki, even if I had some personal reflection.

In the Kingdom of Hallownest there are many different important primordial higher beings, god-like bugs who have lived since the beginning of time, and others who are more recent but who are nevertheless divinized by the inhabitants of the Kingdom. However, for a better analysis we must first introduce a summary of the Hallownest’s history in game.

The Hollow Knight (the one who gives the title to the videogame) is a Vessel chosen by the Pale King to seal away the Radiance and save Hallownest from the Infection. As wiki says, they were the child of the King and the Queen of Hallownest, birthed in the Abyss to be infused with the power of the Void. Because of that we consider them genderless and their birth condition was also supposed to leave them without a mind, will and voice. Thanks to this particular condition, void creatures are the only ones that can contain the Radiance, since the Radiance feed themselves with the light of dreams also distorting them as if they were physical entities. However purity of the Hollow Knight was misjudged because they created an emotional bond with the Pale King who raised them.

“Regardless of their impurity, the Hollow Knight was trained and raised, eventually becoming a fully grown Vessel. The Radiance was sealed within them, and they were chained within the Temple of the Black Egg where they were expected to contain the Infection for eternity. However, because of the aforementioned impurities, the Radiance could still exert influence. It ultimately resulted in the resurgence of the Infection and the Kingdom falling into ruin. Over time, the Hollow Knight disappeared from the fallen Kingdom’s memory. Only the Memorial in the middle of the City of Tears testifies of their sacrifice to save Hallownest. After some time, the Radiance’s power broke out of the Hollow Knight, cracking their shell and fully infecting them. This event was the catalyst that brought the Knight back to Hallownest. The Knight can free and fight the Hollow Knight after killing the three Dreamers who sealed the Black Egg’s entrance” .

The fate of the Hollow Knight is linked to the end of the game chosen by players, because there are different finals:

- by killing the Hollow Knight the Knight takes their place in sealing the Radiance;

- by entering their mind with the help of Hornet the Knight can chase away the Radiance;

- by defeating Absolute Radiance at the peak of the Pantheon of Hallownest the Infection vanishes forever and the Hollow Knight can then be seen walking out of the Black Egg’s temple, freed from the Infection.

Now let’s move on ti analyze the main divinities in the game’s lore.

The Radiance:

“The light. Forgotten. The plague, the infection, the madness that haunts the corpses of Hallownest… the light that screams out from the eyes if this dead Kingdom. What is the source? I suppose mere mortals like myself will never understand”.

The Radiance is a secret final boss and the Absolute Radiance is her final form. She’s one of the higher being god-like bugs above mentioned, opposed to the Void, her ancient enemy. She gave birth to the Moth tribe and because of that they revered her. Unlike the individualist society of Hallownest the Radiance offered unity to bugs at the cost of a mind incapable of thought.

“After the Pale King arrived in Hollownest and expanded the minds of his new subjects, the Moth Tribe turned their backs in the Radiance and worshipped him instead. In doing so, the Radiance was almost entirely forgotten, Yet traces of her memory remained, such as a statue on Hollownest’s Crown. Her memory started spreading throughout the Kingdom, by then in its golden age. Soon, all of Hallownest began to dream of her, appearing to them as a blazing light. These dreams could break the minds of bugs and eventually enslave their wills to hers. But the King and his subjects resisted her memory, which started to manifest as the Infection. The Pale King attempted to stop the Infection by sealing the Radiance within a Vessl. These creatures, infused with the Void to be without a mind and a will, were to be able to withstand the Radiance’s influence. The Hollow Knight was chosen, raised and grown for that purpose. The Radiance was sealed within them, and the Vessel chained within the Temple of the Black Egg. However, the Pale King failed to realise the Vessel’s impurities of mind. Because of this, the Radiance was still able to invade the dreams of bugs. She ultimately wiped out the Kingdom of its inhabitants, whose King had vanished, but left the rest of the land untouched.

Time passed, Hallownest turned into a myth while the Radiance remained sealed. Her influence finally started to break out of the Hollow Knight. She regnited the full power of the Infection, threatening again the land of Hallownest and prompting the Knight to return to Hallownest”.

I found the use of light as a villain very interesting. In fictions light usually wins over darkness as god wins over evil, but in the Kingdom of Hallownest she’s the real enemy, since, in real life, the bugs follow the light blindly. However I’d like to introduce a theory now.

We can consider the Kingdom of Hallownest as built on three levels:

- the higher level is the outside world on the surface and from which the light comes through: this maybe recalls heaven, but as we said for the bugs is more comparable to hell. The vision of something which comes from a otherwordly dimension can drive everyone crazy;

- the middle level is the realm, with its inhabitants;

- the lower level is the Abyss: in fictions the Abyss usually recalls hell but that’s not totally true for Hollow Knight because of different reasons:

i) we can find the corpse of the Vessel used and thrown away by the Pale King, but it’s also the place that gave birth to our heroe, so it cannot be considered totally negative;

ii) the game tells us that the Kingdom of Hallownest is a tribute to all what bugs have been in life and this fills with a different meaning this place;

iii) we can find the Void into the Abyss and thanks to them we can defeat the Radiance forever.

So, in other words, in Hollow Knight’s lore the meaning of heaven and hell is reversed.

If we consider this theory true, we can finally appreciate why Radiance chooses to punish Moth tribe: another recurring theme in the narrative is the God who punishes men who turn their backs. Moth tribe chose the Pale King because he promised wellness, an earthly value, forever. This is clearly a sin and the tribe deserves to be punished.

The Void:

The Void is the substance of The Abyss, most of them is found in a sea at the bottom of the Abyss, but multiple beings exist who consist of Void themselves. The Void is “the power opposed”: it has the ability to oppose the light based Radiance and Pale King, who are both describes as light. When the Knight acquires the Void Heart and learns about their past the Void is unified under their will.

Since the Void completely leaks any kind of emotion and the hope It is capable of containing the Radiance, who feeds herself with dreams as if they were physical entities. Its nature of nothingness allows it to be filled with something and that’s why having been raised by the King made the Hollow Knight feel love and become imperfect.

The Pale King and his Queen:

“The old king of Hallownest… he must have been desperate to save his crumbling little world. The sacrifices he imposed on other… all for nothing”.

The Pale King is considered to be a higher being who used to be the monarch of Hallownest, mate of the White Lady and ruler of the White Palace. We find him dead on his throne in the White Palace. I am sure he died of despair for not being able to find the bathroom in that absurd place he called home and whoever has played that level will agree with me. I mean, the architect should be sued.

As wiki says, he’s an ancient Wyrm who wandered through mountains and across the wasteland until finally stopping by Kingdom’s Edge. Once there, the Wyrm shed the skin and transformed himself into the Pale King. He reduced his form in order to match the bugs of Hallownest.

Contrary to what is commonly said, I don’t’ think he is a higher being for real. I think he was a mortal bug like all the others, but remaining mostly closed in his Palace he was deified by his subjects. As a matter of fact, while the Radiance has never stopped giving her people the light she promised, the Pale King has not kept his promises and if he really was a divinity he would not have died. He symbolizes the earthly power and the aura of divine that hovers around monarchical figures, who do not mix themselves with their subjects, they often make promises that they cannot keep remaining enclosed in sumptuous palaces.

Moreover, the children whom the Pale King and the Queen gave birth to are just vessels, which are mortal remains and not divine spirit: it’s the difference between the mortal body of Jesus Christ (given to him by his mortal mother) and his immortal spirit (given to him by the divine father). In the same way, the Knight possesses the mortal remains of their parents but infused with the spirit of emptiness that characterized their divine nature.

Anyway, the Pale King gives to his people free will, while the Radiance claims intellectual slavery.

The Knight:

“An enigmatic wanderer who descends into Hallownest carrying only a broken nail to fend off foes” – official manual.

The Knight is the protagonist of the videogame. A discarded Vessel, child of the Pale King and the White Lady, born in the Abyss with Void inside their shell. Like the rest of their Vessel siblings is genderless. They embody emptiness: they are not created by anyone except by emptiness itself. They are a messianic figure who bring peace to the Kingdom.

Nightmare King Grimm:

“The expanse of dream in past was split,

One realm now must stay apart,

Darkest reaches, beatin red,

Terror of sleep. The Nightmare’s Heart”.

Nightmare King Grimm is the Dream form of Tropue Master Grimm: “Through dream I travel, at lantern’s call to consume the flames of a kingdom’s fall”. As wiki says, The Grimm Tropue is a mysterious travelling circus from the Nightmare realm to wherever the Nightmare Lantern has been lit by acolytes. They gather Nightmare Flames from ruined lands to fuel the sinister being enslaving the Troupe, the Nightmare’s Heart. The Nightmare is the dimension where the Nightmare’s Heart rests. The Nightmare’s Heart is the proper host of the Nightmare, as the Radiance is the host of the Dream. The Nightmare’s Heart is a higher being responsible for the Ritual of the Grimm Troupe, Grimmchild and Troupe Master Grimm are its spawn.

#hollow knight #team cherry #lore #videogame #indiegame #soulslike #meta #analysis

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